"Brat, just you wait. This isn't over!"
She Yuan forced the hoarse, feeble words through his lips as he lay sprawled on the ground, his entire body charred black.
He struggled to raise his half-ruined face. His once-arrogant, dark-green snake eyes had dimmed, but they remained fixed on the black-clad figure in the sky, brimming with bitter hatred and resentment.
If the protective spirit jade his father, She Wuyou, had personally crafted had not activated at the last moment, burning a wisp of Earth Sovereign Origin stored within it to shield his heart and soul, the Nine Profound Golden Lightning would have refined him to nothing inside that enormous golden dragon.
Even so, She Yuan was gravely wounded. He barely managed to spit out his threat and did not dare wait to see Lin Ming's reaction. Summoning the last of his spiritual energy, he activated the protective jade.
A cold, dark-green light rose from the shattered jade at his chest and wrapped around his ruined body. It turned into a dim streak that fled White Bone Mountain at tremendous speed, vanishing beyond the horizon after a few flashes.
The Rogue Cultivators watching from the outskirts of White Bone Mountain saw She Yuan flee in defeat, and an uproar broke out among them.
Those who had clung to the hope that She Yuan might still turn the tables stared at the fading streak of light, speechless.
She Yuan, the young master of the Snake God Hall, was infamous among the Northern Domain's younger generation. He had swallowed whole cities without batting an eye. Yet he had truly lost.
And he had lost so utterly that there was no hope of a comeback. He had run off with his tail between his legs like a beaten dog.
Ling Mei, She Yuan's ally,