After Ma Quance left behind a vicious remark, the aura of his body rapidly withered, and he aged at a visible rate.
Meanwhile, the two horns atop his head erupted with scarlet light, their aura growing stronger and stronger.
Using his talent, he had created a special secret art that channeled his divine power, origin, and divine soul into his two divine horns, allowing them to detach from his body.
For a short time, these two divine horns gained incredible speed and devastating destructive power, capable of piercing through any obstruction.
In the past, he had used this technique several times to escape the pursuit and blockade of his enemies.
Once they reached a safe place, the two horns would turn back into his body.
The only price was a drastic drop in cultivation, requiring him to cultivate all over again.
Unless he was at a critical juncture, Ma Quance did not want to use this life-preserving ability.
After his realm fell this time, it would take at least a hundred million years to recover to his current level!
Using this technique could even free him from the restraints of the gray Divine Saber.
Yet he would rather endure the gray Divine Saber eroding his body than use the secret art to escape it.
He would have to cultivate again for over a hundred million years. It was too long, too endless. He simply could not bear to part with his cultivation, hoping there might be some way to solve the Divine Saber problem.
But now, there truly was no other way.
If he did not use this technique to flee, he would be drained dry and perish here.
At this moment, Ma Quance's hatred for Jiang Ping An reached its peak.
He cast Jiang Ping An a venomous glance,