Five days later.
Somewhere beneath the Nether River.
With a thunderous blast, a mass of sickly green saber light burst through the collapsed rock at the cave entrance.
Chen Mu held the Yang Cha Bone Shield over himself, a fist-sized Fluorescent Algae Lamp floating beside him as he cautiously entered the underground space.
The moment he stepped inside, he found a shriveled corpse at the entrance.
A large hole had been blasted through its chest, and its skeletal face was filled with terror, like a mummified corpse buried in the desert for centuries.
It floated on the surface of the Nether River, blocked by a rock. Carried by the current, it slowly spun in place.
"What a pointless end." Chen Mu shook his head.
Sun Wuhuan had talent, a good family background, and no shortage of secret arts or resources. He should have become a lofty figure of great importance, yet he had still met a violent death underground.
"I had clearly been avoiding you, yet you insisted on trying to wipe me out completely. Sigh..." Chen Mu sighed.
"We knew each other, after all. Though we were enemies, I cannot bear to let you soak in the water after death. I should help bury you." Thinking this, Chen Mu activated the Hundred Mile Qi Seal and lifted Sun Wuhuan from afar.
Then... he took out the Fire Cloud Gourd.
Boom!
Raging flames instantly engulfed Sun Wuhuan.
Without blinking, Chen Mu watched closely. He even used the Hundred Mile Qi Seal to squeeze and pound the body during the process, stopping only after it had been thoroughly burned into white ash.
He then scattered the grayish-white powder into the Nether River.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth. As my enemy, being willing to handle your final affairs to this extent