"Old Tu..."
Ouyang Changhe gazed toward the cave and murmured under his breath, his voice tinged with sorrow.
Tu Shan had always treated others with kindness and had devoted his entire life to the Jadegreen Manor. In the end, he had met such a fate.
"Brother Ouyang, don't let your guard down!"
Xiao Beiluo suddenly spoke from the side, warily staring toward the cave.
"Tian Ming's demonic arts are sinister beyond measure. We have to see him alive or find his corpse. Until then, we can't let our guard down!"
Before his voice had even faded, the sound of something tearing through the air erupted from the depths of the collapsed cave!
Their eyes narrowed, and both of them shot upward at once.
A dark-green figure burst into the sky from the dust and fled desperately toward the marsh's outskirts. It was Tian Ming!
He was in an utterly wretched state. His right arm had vanished, the severed stump charred black. Half his face was burned and peeling, and wounds deep enough to show bone covered his body. His aura was feeble, and his Outer Astral Force flickered erratically. He no longer resembled his arrogant self from before.
At the instant of the explosion, he had decisively severed his own right arm and condensed all his Astral Qi to protect his head and heart meridians. Only then had he managed to survive!
Tu Shan's ruthlessness had surpassed his imagination. When the three Void-Breaking Pearls exploded, he had nearly thought he was going to die!
Thinking back on it now, regret filled his heart. If he had known this would happen, he should have killed Tu Shan with a single palm strike that night!
"Tian Ming, don't even think about escaping!"
Ouyang Changhe roared, sending a succession of deep-yellow palm imprints