After Shan Long killed the old man, he showed not the slightest mercy as he sucked out his marrow.
Xiahou Che took the opportunity to flee far away. Shan Long could not be bothered to chase him and instead stood before the formation, thrusting his long spear into the ground with a bang. Gazing toward the distant coast, he said, "Little Master, look. The sea is truly vast!"
A thunderous cheer erupted from the disciples, and the heated atmosphere infected even me.
Seeing that he had successfully shown off, I hurried over to flatter him. "Shan Long, you're truly mighty and extraordinary. Compared to you, Zhao Zilong would probably pale a little."
Shan Long shuddered all over and gave an awkward smile. "How could that be...? Little Master, don't make fun of me."
Having lost two Ghost Emperor generals, the enemy army was utterly stunned. The loss was simply too great. If the battle continued, more problems might arise, so retreat became their first choice.
If we had not withdrawn to defend the mountain gate, I really would have tried pursuing them and expanding our victory a little further.
While I was talking with Shan Long, Wang Changhe and Qiu Bufan both returned. Seeing us gathered with our troops at the mountain gate, they hurriedly asked what had happened. Li Junmin explained everything, while I continued discussing the rear mountain's situation with Shan Long.
"What about those two in the rear mountain? Hehe, go ask Wang Changhe and Qiu Bufan." Shan Long grinned.
"Sect Master, they're both dead. One was at the mid-stage Ghost Emperor realm, and the other was at the early stage! Neither survived!" Wang Changhe answered me.
"With General Shan here, South Immortal Island has nothing to worry about!" Qiu Bufan was overjoyed. Though he looked old,