Having killed Ximen Lang, Han Changming now faced a problem: how should he handle this matter?
Claim publicly that he had killed Ximen Lang? That clearly would not do. It would infuriate the Blood Fiend Sect, and next time they would likely send even more experts. He could only say that Ximen Lang had died beneath the restrictions. That would be better; the Blood Fiend Sect could understand that as well.
The Blood Fiend Sect setting its sights on Han Changming was, in the end, a hidden danger. He did not care much about being targeted by the Myriad Dharma Sect, but the Blood Fiend Sect was different.
The Blood Fiend Sect's strength was far beyond what the Myriad Dharma Sect could compare with. Even if the Han Clan now fell out with the Mysterious Water Palace and the Myriad Dharma Sect, it would not be much of a problem. But if they clashed head-on with the Blood Fiend Sect, the Han Clan faced the danger of extermination.
Whether fortune or disaster, one could not hide from it. Han Changming could not think of any better solution for the moment, so he could only heal his wounds first and leave this place after he had recovered.
He took out a black storage ring and gave his wrist a light shake. A stream of black radiance swept past, and a great pile of items appeared on the ground.
After taking stock, there were twelve Heaven-Connecting Spirit Treasures, seventy-five top-grade spirit stones, five portions of Dharma Idol materials—all Five Elements materials—as well as a batch of other materials.
Han Changming sorted and put away these items, then took out a blood-red pill and swallowed it.
The pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth. A thick stench of blood spread through