Jiang Wu stood in the void, watching those figures flee for their lives without the slightest reaction.
Before long, Han Fei emerged from the Small World.
He had thought the battle on the Imperial Venerable's side was already over, but why were there no corpses of the Dugu Clan's three old ancestors?
Could they have failed?
Hadn't the Imperial Venerable said he was one hundred percent certain he could take down those three old relics?
The atmosphere was somewhat off. Han Fei still forced himself to step forward and cup his hands. "Imperial Venerable, they all got away. Just now, for some reason..."
And so on, and so forth.
Han Fei recounted how he had originally intended to capture Dugu Zixuan and the others alive.
He had been on the verge of succeeding when a sword strike cut him down midway.
That sword had been truly terrifying. At the time, he had thought someone from the Dugu Clan had broken free and intervened to save them.
But thinking back on it now, that was simply impossible.
As long as the Imperial Venerable stood here, there could not have been any problem on his side.
Jiang Wu let out a long breath of turbid air. "Could there be a Supreme on this Heavenly Action Continent whom we do not know about?"
"What? A Supreme?"
Jiang Wu turned around and said lightly, "Just now, this Emperor was also about to kill that old bastard Dugu Gui. Yet someone unexpectedly slashed out with a sword, nearly ambushing this Emperor."
The moment those words came out, Han Fei's face immediately showed astonishment.
Ambushing the Imperial Venerable—surely it was not as simple as it sounded.
If it had merely been an ambush, why mention it separately? That strike must have made even the Imperial Venerable