"This sword intent soul fruit belongs to me!"
"Master, you used me as a scapegoat. Take this as compensation!"
Blood Bone True Person's eyes blazed with scorching fire.
He did his utmost to remain calm and reveal nothing unusual. With slightly trembling hands, he picked up the Blood Sun Sword Fruit from the ashes and placed it in his storage pouch.
Then, looking perfectly composed, he did not waste a moment cleaning up the place and flew toward the distant grasslands.
In mere moments, Blood Bone True Person arrived beside an utterly ordinary grassland stream. He lifted a slab hidden beneath withered grass, revealing a quiet chamber below.
As he stepped inside,
a teleportation array appeared before him.
Clearly, no immortal cultivator was a fool. Everyone had prepared their own escape routes long ago.
"Master, when I become a True Lord, we shall meet again."
Blood Bone True Person made up his mind and vanished amid the teleportation array's white light.
At the same time,
within the Great Sun Sword Sect, amid the billowing smoke rising from millions of corpses.
Burning Bone True Lord abruptly opened his eyes.
"Gone?"
"Dead, or what?"
Burning Bone True Lord looked into his sea of consciousness.
Within it, the spiritual light of a blood-bone sword-shaped mark had dimmed considerably, meaning that it was at least a hundred thousand li away from him.
A trace of unease arose in Burning Bone True Lord's heart.
This was no ordinary disciple.
He was connected to a vast number of sword seedlings, immense wealth, and the matter of digging into the foundations of the Great Sun Sword Sect.
Although many Nascent Soul True Lords had shared in the profits, if this matter were truly exposed, no one would speak for him.
Though True Lord Jianyang was unlikely