Beneath the vault of heaven.
Su Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes bright and profound.
He could clearly sense that, though he had suffered grave injuries in this battle, much of his potential had been unearthed!
Only through slaughter and battle could a sword cultivator temper the sharpest blade!
As a sword cultivator, how could Su Yi not understand this?
Hum!
The Mortal Realm Sword in his hand hummed, eager to move.
Just as Su Yi was about to fight again, Qin Hongyu seemed to have made up her mind. "This battle ends here."
She took a deep breath, suppressing the intense unwillingness in her heart, and swept her sleeve.
The Bronze Box flew out and landed before the gates of Jiekong Temple.
"These are the spoils you deserve, Fellow Daoist."
After saying that, Qin Hongyu retreated into the distance and quickly took out spiritual medicine to treat her wounds.
The scene grew even quieter, so silent that a falling needle could be heard.
Everyone was moved, stunned by Qin Hongyu's admission of defeat.
"A wise person. If she kept fighting, the outcome would be uncertain, but she would be doomed to pay a terrible price."
Sword Immortal Qing Shi commented, "And with wolves circling and tigers eyeing their prey nearby, if she did not withdraw now, others would surely see her as prey."
Those departed spirits were by no means a monolith. They came from different cultivation factions, which meant that once Qin Hongyu was too severely injured, other departed spirits would inevitably set their sights on her.
Jiekong Sword Buddha said, "After all, she is merely a departed spirit and has not reshaped a true Dao body. Thus, the injuries she suffers in battle are more severe. If she continued, she would