The Golden Emperor Bone's voice was as cold as frost. "Remember your promise. If there is a next time, even if we must pay the price, we will make your body and soul perish!"
Its words were full of menace, every syllable carrying bone-piercing chill.
Wang Xian smiled, turned around, and dragged Eternal Universe Immortal Emperor, who was bound by the Chaos Divine Chain, steadily out of the valley entrance shrouded in bloody mist.
With every step he took, the ground trembled faintly. Chaos Aura condensed beneath his feet into dark golden patterns, as though proclaiming the victor's majesty.
The three Emperor Bones stared at Wang Xian's departing back, their auras churning incessantly, while the Chaos Dragon Emperor let out a low growl. Yet in the end, they did not attack Wang Xian and allowed him to leave openly.
Su Qingyan and the others followed close behind. Every one of their robes bore traces of battle—Su Qingyan still held her broken Jade Flute, and the blood threads seeping from its cracks had congealed into dark red crystals. The crystals glimmered in the faint light, like crystallized blood and tears she had shed for this battle.
Lord Yan Yang's flame armor had dimmed, many of its plates shattered to reveal scorched-black skin beneath. The flame totems on its surface had also faded greatly, and the once-blazing fire was now reduced to a few scattered sparks struggling to survive.
After entering the valley's forbidden land, Big Fat Taoist and Little Fat Taoist still turned back in lingering fear toward its depths, as if the pressure of the three Emperor Bones still had their souls firmly locked down.
Their legs were still trembling slightly, and they gripped their magical artifacts so tightly that their knuckles had turned white.
The Nine Great Lords of