Li Cangfeng gave a slight nod.
"Since young friend Su has made a judgment, let us continue forward."
As he spoke, Li Cangfeng's gaze swept toward Xuanheng not far away.
Xuanheng was still not dead.
But the Sword Intent in his chest kept erupting, leaving him, for the moment, utterly unable to drive the array again.
As for Si Tianheng, the Dark Gold Equilibrium Needle had snapped, the copper ring had shattered, and the ancient bronze radiance upon it flickered bright and dim, its spiritual essence greatly drained. It could no longer unleash its former power.
Before Li Cangfeng could cast another spell to add another sword strike, billowing black qi spread from Xuanheng's body, and his figure turned half-illusory, half-real.
He was clearly right before their eyes, yet he gave the feeling of being beyond reach.
Seeing this, a sharp gleam flashed through Li Cangfeng's eyes.
His gaze merely swept over Xuanheng, then returned to the depths of Tianjue Peak.
A Person of Heavenly Palace always had a few life-preserving methods.
Rather than wasting time on Xuanheng, he cared more about the movements of that Cui Shaolin whom Su Shi'er had mentioned.
If this man was not eliminated, the cultivation world would not know peace for a single day.
And the key at this moment was that aura still hidden behind layer upon layer of array formations.
Deep within the stone terrace, after the gray-white mist dispersed, a slanting downward passage into the mountain's belly was revealed.
On the mountain walls to either side of the passage, there were no obvious traces of carving.
But on closer inspection, one could discover dark-red veins faintly flickering within the mountain walls.
Those veins did not resemble ordinary array patterns.
Instead, they were more like some kind of flesh-and-blood meridians, connected as