"I only knew that he died horribly. Before he died, every bit of matter on his body was stripped away, leaving not a trace," Old Jiang said mercilessly.
"Is that so? With his strength, how could he have been defeated? Even if he couldn't win, couldn't he have escaped?"
Mu Xuanyi's face was full of desolation. She refused to believe it was true.
Although everything about that person had vanished, she still hoped that one day, she would see him again.
In the end, she was completely sealed away with regret and unwillingness in her heart.
"Who does 'that person' refer to?" Silly Niu finally asked, tilting her head.
"The one in your master's household," Old Jiang said.
"Him?" Silly Niu blinked. So the person those three women had been talking about was that power bank.
Old Jiang looked toward the center of the Xuan Ye Ancient Clan. One statue still stood there, while the two statues beside it had already collapsed.
This statue was very strange. It had no face, and even its clothing and adornments had been carved crudely, far less exquisite than the statues of Xuan Yu and Xuan Chen.
Yet this statue was the largest, standing in the middle of the three.
With a bang, the statue crumbled. From then on, the Xuan Ye Ancient Clan was utterly reduced to ruins, a field of blood-red devastation.
"There are still quite a few ancient clans on this level of Tian Yu. Go and kill them all."
After saying that, Old Jiang's body dissolved into a rain of light.
On a glacier in the distance, Old Jiang was still sitting there. A smoking pipe had appeared in his hand, and he lowered his head to take a puff, his gaze unfocused.
The Radiant Sky Celestial Clan
The Sixteenth