The thunderous crash not only stunned the cultivators inside Sandalwood Palace, but also drew Jiang Yang's gaze.
Even Jing Wu and his junior brother, who had been about to sneak away, turned to stare blankly at the hollow in the central Return Valley.
"Heavens preserve us!"
"The... the Spirit Root flew away on its own?"
Jing Chen forgot all about complaining and muttered with his mouth half-open.
"What a chance! If we don't leave now, when will we?!"
Jing Wu, however, reacted quickly. He hastily drew his kasaya around himself and slipped into the Pure Land, turning to flee.
But Jing Wu had overlooked Chu Qingjian beside him. The instant he showed any intention of leaving, the female cultivator thrust her Four-Edged Golden Mace at him. Pivot Thunder blazed, purifying obstructions into baleful intent, and the blow struck him squarely in the back.
"[Ten-Thousand Ravines]!"
Fine golden arcs of lightning instantly exploded within thirty feet of Chu Qingjian. Each bolt of golden thunder seemed to contain ten thousand ravines, transforming into a lake of pure golden lightning in the blink of an eye.
Who could have expected that the Monk had no intention of resisting? He took the lightning squarely on his back, then used its force to propel himself far away.
A cracking sound like splintering gold rang out. Cracks covered the Monk's face, yet his lips spread into a grin.
That's a win!
Jing Wu had realized that nothing more could be done. This Sword Cultivator was no ordinary opponent, and with his junior brother badly injured, he alone could not hold up the falling roof. Escaping with only light injuries was naturally a win.
As for his junior brother Jing Chen losing his golden body and suffering damage to his cultivation, what did that have to do