On the desert, Gu Changfeng sat slumped against a sand dune, gasping for breath. The Abyssal Magic Sword lay beside him, emitting a faint glow. His robe had been torn to tatters, and blood trickled from his hands.
"Whew... As expected of a powerhouse from several hundred years ago. He was really hard to kill."
Dai Wuzun was nowhere to be seen before Gu Changfeng. In his place were six Spirit Bones radiating strange light. Clearly, Dai Wuzun had been slain by Gu Changfeng, leaving not even a corpse behind.
Although Dai Wuzun possessed the strength of a Rank 99 Limit Douluo through the enhancement of a secret technique, he had not fought for centuries and was unfamiliar with his own power. He was no match for Gu Changfeng at all. Still, he had once been a mighty expert who shook the world, and his spiritual consciousness was exceptionally powerful. Gu Changfeng had suffered some injuries as well, but fortunately, he had killed him.
After rising to his feet, Gu Changfeng stored the six Spirit Bones in his Soul Tool. Dai Wuzun had possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring, so he naturally had a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone as well. It was quite a valuable haul.
"These Spirit Bones should be enough for that brat to deliver to Qiu Yu and help her reach Title Douluo."
Then, Gu Changfeng suddenly sensed something. Turning his head, he saw an incomparably terrifying aura emerge from the direction of the Blood Cavern Mountains. "This aura belongs to the Asura God... No, it should be a divine projection. That brat is in danger!"
With that thought, Gu Changfeng hurriedly flew toward the Blood Cavern Mountains. Yet just as he reached the halfway point, an overbearing pressure descended, crushing him from the sky