Above the clouds.
Jiang Ning's gaze fell on the two men once more.
The white-haired young man was spitting blood. Having lost all desire to fight Prince Huai'an Lu Zhan, he fled westward.
Whenever Prince Huai'an caught up with him along the way, the two would clash briefly before immediately separating.
The white-haired young man used the aftershocks of their clashes to pull farther away in an instant.
But Jiang Ning could also see that, after repeated clashes, the white-haired young man from the Grotto-heaven was becoming increasingly gravely injured.
Although those at the martial path peak could regenerate severed limbs, recovering from injuries still required energy.
The more grievous the injuries, the worse his condition became.
Relying on the Divine Ability of the Heavenly Eye, Jiang Ning silently watched this scene.
He could see that the condition of the man from the Grotto-heaven was steadily worsening. He could also see that Prince Huai'an Lu Zhan was clearly wary of something and was not acting with any particular urgency.
Not long afterward.
The white-haired young man fought as he retreated, fleeing from east to west as he drew ever closer to the Eastern Mausoleum Mountain Range.
Just a hundred li from Dongling City.
Suddenly.
A streak of golden sword light burst from the dark clouds below.
The Sword Light cleaved through the thick black clouds and shot straight toward Prince Huai'an.
Within Dongling City.
At this moment.
Everyone in Dongling City could see the Golden Light suddenly appear on the eastern horizon. They saw the clouds abruptly split apart, and the mountain below instantly reflected the Golden Light from above, as though it had transformed into a golden mountain.
"What is that?!" Zhao Yulong watched the distant scene, his pupils contracting sharply.
At the same time.
Relying on the