Hundreds of streaks of escaping light sped across the sky, racing toward the place where Lin Bai and Shen Haoyue had been locked in battle.
These hundreds of streaks could be divided into two groups. They came speeding from the east and west.
Each group was led by a white-haired, bearded old man. They arrived in this land, which had already been reduced to a scene of utter devastation.
"What astonishing fluctuations of power. Could warriors at the Grand Luo Dao Fruit realm have fought here?"
The first group arrived ahead of the others. They looked around, dumbfounded.
The once-majestic mountain range had now become a wasteland. Many areas had been shaved flat by razor-sharp sword techniques.
The spatial barriers around them had been shattered, revealing sinister black spatial rifts through which the void beyond could be seen with the naked eye.
"Who dared to fight near the headquarters of our Pure Yang Sect?"
"Who was fighting? And who was attacked?"
This group of warriors had clearly heard the fluctuations of spiritual power and the commotion coming from this place, and had hurried over to investigate.
"Who was it?"
Seeing the headless corpse, Bo Guangxiang and the old man looked grim to the extreme.
"Who did this?"
"Throughout this entire territory, there shouldn't be anyone capable of defeating Holy Son Shen Haoyue in swordsmanship."
As the headquarters of the One Night Divine Sect's territory, Azure Lotus Sect should, by all rights, have been impossible for Pure Yang Sect warriors to attack unless the Mutian Plains had completely collapsed.
After sweeping his gaze across heaven and earth, Prince Qin raised a hand and grabbed toward the piles of rubble below. A headless corpse flew up and hovered before Prince Qin and the old man.
The old man's heart was filled with