Xiang Yang felt doubt rise in his heart. He had thought the matter was already ten parts certain, that he had seen through the true origins of this Chu Canglan completely. Yet the Heavenly Book did not acknowledge it.
Seeing the primordial spirits of Snow Ridge's elders and protectors swaying under an immensely powerful and savage force of suction, nearly being pulled from their bodies, he knew he could not allow it to continue.
This Chu Canglan had already formed a great enmity with him. Weakening him, even killing him, was imperative. Otherwise, who knew how much trouble this Son of Destiny would stir up for him?
Moreover, if he allowed this man to devour the primordial spirits of these Snow Ridge experts and increase his cultivation and realm, together with the cultivation he had possessed at his peak, it would likely not be easy for Xiang Yang to take him down.
As for the Heavenly Book's mission and its associated reward, the Seven Limits, Xiang Yang believed it would be best if he gained it, but there was no need to haggle over every penny if he did not. After all, nothing in this world could be perfect in every way.
He had reached this point not merely through the martial arts of the Heavenly Book. What was there that he could not give up?
The moment his resolve settled, the hand gripping his saber grew firmer and stronger. With a flick of his wrist, a pale-blue, rippling saber aura burst from nowhere and swept along the blade, forcibly cutting off the path by which the primordial spirits of the Snow Ridge experts were drifting upward.
That single saber strike shook everyone from Snow Ridge until blood flowed from their seven orifices, severely injuring their primordial spirits. Yet it