"Haha! If you die today, Demon Shadow Palace will truly exist in name only. What revenge could you possibly speak of!!!"
"Die! From this day forth, only one dynasty will exist upon the lands of Muyun Prefecture—that shall be my Great Zhao Dynasty!"
Zhao Mingyuan's wild laughter echoed in all directions. His gaze remained fixed on Lin Wuyou, and the instant Lin Wuyou landed, he raised his hand and threw another punch.
Yet although his punch came swiftly, Lin Wuyou, having landed, instantly transformed into a thick cloud of black mist that sank into the earth and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Mingyuan's punch struck the ground. Its fierce force shattered mountains and split the earth, sending dust and sand billowing across the heavens.
Beside him, ten thousand streaks of sword light followed the weathered old man, sweeping up wind and waves and scattering the dust that filled the sky in an instant.
There was only a hundred-zhang-deep crater left in the ground. Yet when the two swept the area with their gazes and divine senses, Lin Wuyou was already nowhere to be found.
"What a cunning brat. It seems he had long been on guard against us and used some secret technique to escape."
"No wonder Lin Wuyou was called Demon Shadow Palace's rising star, ranked alongside Elder Ku Rong, Fairy You Ruo, and the rest."
"Letting him leave today will likely mean more trouble when we try to take down Demon Shadow Palace in the future."
The weathered old man stood beside Zhao Mingyuan, his expression solemn.
The smile on Zhao Mingyuan's lips did not fade. He waved a hand casually. "No matter. Even if he escaped, his injuries cannot possibly recover in a short time. In his current state, he cannot stir up any