Wang Qi could not forget that scene for a long, long time.
An incomparably brilliant Sword Light descended from the sky and cleaved into the bundle of threads Ai Qinglan had bound. The Sword Light was extraordinarily solid. Wang Qi's palm was clearly pressed against it, yet it suffered not the slightest harm.
Through the spiritual sense he released from his palm, which was annihilated, Wang Qi actually felt a flicker of terror! He sensed an intent capable of destroying heaven and earth, and even vaguely realized that the power he could perceive was merely the tip of the iceberg beneath that Sword Light's true strength. The dreadful sensation nearly crushed him.
The Sword Light vanished in an instant, quickly dissipating. Yet Wang Qi still wore a mocking smile, and the hand he had extended remained frozen in place.
Yang Jun, who had been struck directly by the Sword Light, had evaporated without a trace. Only a faint sword mark remained upon the ground. It seemed to be the sole thing capable of proving that Yang Jun had ever existed.
With a stiff smile on his face, Wang Qi dropped onto the ground. Feeling something, he raised his head and saw a sickly-looking man standing not far away.
Sword Roaring the Heavens, Deng Jiaxuan—the official person in charge of Xinyue Mountain's headquarters and Xinyue Immortal Academy, and the only Free and Unfettered Cultivator Wang Qi had ever seen.
Deng Jiaxuan's expression lacked its usual gentleness. He looked toward the three of them. The instant Wang Qi's eyes met his, he shuddered.
Deng Jiaxuan's gaze was filled with determination.
The kind of determination that would stop at nothing.
He wanted to... silence them?
Wang Qi was puzzled.
Just then, Deng Jiaxuan suddenly began coughing violently. He covered his mouth with a