Meanwhile, not far away.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, Xiao He's body slammed heavily into the ground once more.
The impact blasted a deep crater into the earth, sending dust flying.
Xiao He lay in the pit, coughing up blood, his face deathly pale.
His body was covered in wounds.
His aura had weakened to the extreme.
He had fled a long way, yet he had still been caught.
Then, the two Jin Clan Guards flashed forward and arrived before Xiao He.
Their blood and qi surged as two golden streaks of Spear Qi shot from their hands.
Whoosh—whoosh—
The Spear Qi tore through the air at incredible speed.
Xiao He had no time to dodge, nor did he have the strength to do so.
Splurt—splurt—
The two streaks of Spear Qi pierced through Xiao He's body.
Xiao He's eyes widened. His mouth hung open as though he wanted to say something.
But no words came out.
In the end, he breathed his last.
One of the Jin Clan Guards walked over to Xiao He, crouched down, and searched him.
His movements were practiced and thorough, checking from top to bottom and left to right without overlooking a single corner.
The inner layers of his robes, the hidden pouch at his waist, and even the soles of his boots—all were inspected.
Before long, he found a Storage Ring.
The guard picked up the Storage Ring and sent his spiritual power into it. He quickly found Grandmaster Duan Yue's inheritance inside—a simple, ancient bamboo slip engraved with the words "Duan Yue," emitting a faint Spiritual Light.
"Xiao He really was cunning. The Storage Ring he threw out earlier was empty. The Grandmaster Inheritance was here."
The Jin Clan Guard said.
If they had not caught up with him, and if they