Jing Province Is Mine

In midair, after the old man from Purple Star Mountain's corpse had been soaked by the rain, a wisp of azure light slowly drifted out. It finally condensed before Fang Xuan into an azure demonic beast.

Purple Star Mountain's guardian divine beast, the East Mountain God!

After its true form gradually finished condensing, it transformed into an old man clad in azure robes.

The old man looked well enough, but his eyes brimmed with chilling frost.

After staring at Fang Xuan for a long while, he said coldly, "Fang Xuan, Purple Star Mountain will remember you!"

Fang Xuan looked at him. He knew this was one of Purple Star Mountain's contingencies left upon the old man, but he had not expected Fang Xuan's attack to be so ruthless that the old man had been slain by a single sword strike before he could even use his final trump card!

"I will go to Purple Star Mountain. If I were you, I would seal the Mountain Gate shut from this day onward and retreat from the world!"

Having said that, Fang Xuan extended a hand and lightly flicked a finger. A burst of force shot forth, directly scattering the East Mountain God's phantom into a plume of green smoke.

Only a pair of eyes, cold as deep pools, remained etched into the memories of many.

"A beast is a beast, even if it has lived ten thousand years!"

Fang Xuan gave a soft snort.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning abruptly exploded over Jing Province City.

At some point, dark clouds had already blanketed the sky, and thunder roiled through the sea of clouds.

Pitter-patter.

Cold, drizzling rain fell, landing upon the hearts of everyone in Jing Province City as bone-piercing chill spread from within them.

This rain came swiftly and departed