The Road Down the Mountain

Wang Xian had been wondering how to pry some useful information out of Wang Duoyu.

He hadn't expected the man to suddenly fly into a rage and try to fight him to the death.

It wasn't until the sword in the wind was about to pierce his chest that he jumped in alarm...

Even more unexpected was that the man not only suddenly struck with his sword, but also threw a Heaven-Shaking Thunderbolt, the thing everyone in the desert hated.

The instant he dodged out of this stretch of space and time, a huge explosion rang out. The place where he had been standing was blasted into a massive crater.

Meanwhile, Wang Duoyu couldn't spare a thought for whether Wang Xian had been gravely wounded or killed in the explosion.

He simply turned and raced toward the Imperial City.

Across the boundary of one world, Wang Xian was stunned.

He didn't know how the man had recovered his severed arm or regained the cultivation he had lost.

But no matter how he looked at it, the man was a peerless cultivator, a figure on the same level as an elder of the Four Great Sects.

How could he flee in such a panic after making only a feint with his sword?

The next moment, it came to him. He suddenly realized that the man probably wanted to keep him outside the Imperial City so he could hurry to the palace and report to someone.

Or perhaps he was fleeing back to the Golden Hook Gambling House to collect that astonishing fortune before escaping to the desert overnight.

He believed that with Wang Duoyu's current cultivation, even the elders of the Eastern Phoenix Clan wouldn't be able to do a thing to him once he returned to the depths of the