Xu Yi knew that, given the Young Master in White's strength, crossing the hundred-zhang distance might not be difficult.
So Xu Yi had no choice but to secretly prepare a follow-up attack. While Gong Xiuhua was brimming with killing intent, Xu Yi quietly activated the Soul-Shaking Bell.
He knew full well that, with the Young Master in White's cultivation, the Soul-Shaking Bell could never hurt him.
But at that moment, Xu Yi wasn't thinking about hurting Gong Xiuhua. All he wanted was to flee for his life.
The bell might not be able to injure him, but shaking his spirit was easy. That brief delay was all the chance Xu Yi needed to survive.
The moment the bell rang, Xu Yi's figure became a streak of light, shooting toward the thick blue curtain in the distance.
By the time Gong Xiuhua had steadied himself, Xu Yi had already escaped to within a dozen zhang of the blue curtain. Even with his Jade Horse, catching up was now impossible.
Xu Yi plunged into the blue curtain and vanished from sight.
In an instant, the profound agony that had been smothered beneath the thick veil of killing intent burst out in Gong Xiuhua's heart.
The past replayed before him, every image and sound as vivid as yesterday—then, in the blink of an eye, it all scattered like mist. He reached out, trying to grasp Liu Xiangdao's vivid, lifelike image, but his hand met only endless emptiness.
He collapsed to the ground, his slender hands sinking deep into the rocky earth. He let out a pained howl, then suddenly began retching, as though he were vomiting up his soul.
After wailing for a long while, the sorrow eased a little, and his killing intent surged. His face twisted horribly, veins bulging, as he