Luo Jinghong and Lu Chen met each other's eyes.
After a long while, Luo Jinghong said coldly, "You won today. But the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect will not forget Eldest Senior Brother's death. Once we leave the secret realm, there will be a reckoning."
With that, he turned and led the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect disciples down Dragon Head Peak without looking back.
Lu Chen watched his retreating figure in silence, until every last one of them vanished at the end of the Ascending Dragon Path.
Then—
His body swayed, and he nearly collapsed.
He braced himself against a nearby dragon-shaped stone pillar, gasping violently as blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth.
Activating the Dragon-Suppressing Key had consumed not only the power stored within it, but also an enormous amount of Lu Chen's true essence and mental energy. Already wounded, he was now at the end of his tether.
But he had won in the end.
He slowly leaned against the stone pillar and sat down, looking toward the enormous abyssal hole that still spewed dragon energy, though it was no longer mixed with the deathly aura of the undead.
"The seal on Dragon Head Peak... should only have been temporarily suppressed again by the Dragon-Suppressing Key. The Undead Monarch's avatar was not truly dead—only a wisp of its divided soul was destroyed. Its true body is still in the Western Wasteland. And..."
He recalled the final instant just now, when he seemed to have caught sight of a faint green glimmer fleeing away.
"He must still have a backup plan. I need to raise my strength as quickly as possible."
Taking a deep breath, he stopped dwelling on it. He took out a Dragon Marrow Spirit Crystal, held it in his palm, and began circulating his