Time to Leave

Long Zhuo's self-destruction had "alerted" the Ancestral Dragon and a host of Dragon Clan experts, forcing Yuan Tian to leave at once.

Yuan Tian was injured too—severely. Even with Merit, that miraculous medicine for healing, and however much of it he possessed, recovery still took time. The Twelve Heavenly Guards had not healed instantly after using it. Yuan Tian's cultivation was deeper than theirs, so treating his wounds would be even more troublesome.

Yuan Tian had refined some restorative pills, of course. But he knew without trying them that they would do next to nothing for his current injuries. He had made them himself; how could he not know?

So Yuan Tian had no time to play with the Dragon Clan experts who were about to arrive. They could play another day.

Before leaving, though, he had one thing to do: kill the remaining Dragon Clan experts. They were all down to their last few breaths. Even the badly wounded Quasi-Sage was no different in Yuan Tian's eyes. Finishing them would take little time, and he could spare that much.

If he let them go, the Quasi-Sage aside, none of the thirteen Daluo Golden Immortals would die, no matter how close to death they looked. Such was the fierce, tenacious vitality of experts at their level.

Once those Daluo Golden Immortals recovered, their brush with life and death would surely help some of them advance to Quasi-Sage. Every one of them bore Yuan Tian a deep grudge. Letting them grow stronger would only invite a mountain of trouble.

Sparing them would be cruelty to himself. One day, he or his family, disciples, or subordinates might die at their hands. Yuan Tian could never allow that.

Yuan Tian extended his left hand and drew the Twelve Heavenly Guards into his Five