It had taken only a single exchange!
Third Brother had melted into the sword light, while Second Brother had been burned to death by his own True Fire!
"Run! It'll be too late if I don't run now!"
Left all alone, the black-robed cultivator could not muster the slightest thought of resistance, much less any desire to turn back for revenge. He instantly abandoned everyone, activated a Talisman, and fled back the way he had come with all his might.
A Sword Cultivator! So this was a Sword Cultivator... I have to hurry back and report!
He tore through the Sea of Clouds, trailing a long Growth Qi Trail through the air. Although he had already fled a thousand miles, he still felt a chill in his teeth. What did it matter that he was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment? Compared with a monster like that, it seemed half a lifetime of cultivation had gone straight into a dog's belly.
Before he could relax, faint birdsong approached from afar, ringing in his ears like a haunting ghost that refused to disperse, growing louder and louder.
"Kree! Kree! Kree!"
A streak of sword light suddenly shot into his peripheral vision, frightening him nearly out of his soul!
The dazzling sword light threaded nimbly through the clouds, closing the distance at a rate visible to the naked eye.
He did not dare look back. He could only squeeze every last drop of true essence and magic power from his body and flee madly. Yet a moment later, the true essence inside him began pouring out like water, a torrent rushing a thousand miles unchecked.
To his horror, the black-robed cultivator discovered that his arms, meridians, and hair were all taking Birth root. Tender shoots pierced his skin, while blossoms and