The Way Out

The clash between the two powerhouses did not tear heaven and split earth as Shikshananda had imagined.

Whether it was the mysterious Ghost General or the Giant Corpse standing at the bridgehead, the commotion before their clash had been earth-shaking. Yet in the instant the two powerhouses exchanged blows, all power was held firmly in check, without the slightest leak.

At the razor-sharp edge of the Ghost General's sweeping blade.

Along every inch of the Giant Corpse's stone axe blade.

Power was handled in a way Su Che had never seen before.

Primitive, yet precise.

A brutal collision erupted, yet it was confined within the smallest possible space. The aftershocks were scant, but they still blasted the approaching Elder Qin into powder.

Without any sound, a Reverted Elixir True Person became a cloud of blood mist, vanishing forever within this city of the Ancient Era.

No—one could also say he could be seen everywhere.

Watching the Ghost General's back as he swung his blade, Su Che suddenly thought of a question.

If—if one day he too had to face an opponent he could never defeat, and every method he had once mastered meant nothing before that foe—

When that time came, would he possess the Ghost General's courage to swing his blade forward?

Judging by Third Young Master Su's current cultivation, there was an obvious difference in rank between the Ghost General and the Giant Corpse.

The reason the Ghost General appeared able to maintain an even match with the Giant Corpse was entirely because the Giant Corpse had lost all spirituality and acted almost purely on instinct, while the Ghost General possessed a resolve that made others look up to him.

Su Che etched into his heart the Ghost General's back as he swung his blade. Too many questions