Return to True Martial School

Bang! Ye Xiwen slashed out with his sword, and the razor-sharp Sword Qi instantly cut Nie Han down on the spot, blood splashing five paces away.

Suddenly, Ye Xiwen felt a terrifying aura lock onto him. What kind of aura was this? It was practically the aura of some primeval savage beast.

It crossed space and time, locking firmly onto him from a distant region of the void. Ye Xiwen did not dare delay. He immediately spread his Demon Wings and shot straight into the True Martial Realm. In an instant, he had fled into the True Martial Realm, vanishing like a flash of light.

Not long after he left, a gaunt old man abruptly appeared there. He was skin and bones, no less emaciated than Nie Han after all his blood essence had been drained away. Clothes that had once fit him closely now hung upon him like a greatcoat. His cheeks were hollow, his complexion deathly pale, and ghostly light flickered in his pair of eyes, which resembled will-o'-the-wisps.

"Strange. This old man clearly sensed a battle just now. How could there be nothing?" The gaunt old man looked around in confusion. "There was clearly the aura of the Destruction Saint Spear. How did it vanish all at once?"

"This is indeed Nie Han. This old man would not mistake his aura. He actually died here. What sort of expert could have slain him? It is truly unbelievable!" The old man clearly knew Nie Han, yet he was not saddened in the slightest. "Still, the True Martial Realm is in complete chaos now. All kinds of experts may emerge. This old man should return to the Holy Altar first!"

As he spoke, ripples appeared in the space around him. His body entered the ripples and vanished without a