Long Yuanzheng looked at the wide-open door but did not give chase. He merely snorted coldly and walked over to Su Ti.
"Su Ti, are you hurt?"
"I'm fine."
Su Ti looked into the distance. He was still immersed in the memory of Qin Huan's sword thrust.
That was the strongest sword strike he had encountered since beginning his martial training. Even with his current cultivation, he had no confidence whatsoever that he could block it.
The gap between the Extraordinary realm and the Perfect Circle realm had been laid starkly bare before Su Ti.
Even with his current strength, he could not withstand an Extraordinary martial artist's full-power strike. Had Long Yuanzheng not intervened, he would most likely have died at Qin Huan's hands.
"It's good that you're all right."
Only then did Long Yuanzheng let out a sigh of relief.
Su Ti shifted his gaze to Long Yuanzheng. Long Yuanzheng had changed dramatically—his muscles bulged as though inflated, brimming with explosive power. He stood a full two meters sixty tall; Su Ti, at one meter seventy-four, only came up to his lower abdomen.
After confirming that it was safe, Long Yuanzheng pressed both hands downward. Thick white vapor poured from his nose and mouth as his bones crackled violently. Like a deflating balloon, his body began to shrink until he returned to his normal size.
Seeing that the battle had ended with Silver Ring Gate's retreat, the representatives of the other sects no longer dared to linger and all took their leave on various pretexts.
They needed to report what had happened today to their sects and let them decide what to do.
Once they left, the smaller sects and schools were even less willing to stay. Afraid of getting caught up in the grievances of these major