Sixteen black Fierce Dogs sat in the courtyard, licking the cold mist from the corners of their mouths as though they still wanted more.
They then swiftly retreated into Yang Jian's shadow, leaving only the original one behind.
"It's over."
Yang Jian looked at the empty courtyard, his gaze icy.
"Let's go. Those were just the gatekeepers."
"The true source of this Level A Supernatural Event is still inside."
Yang Jian withdrew the red light of his Ghost Domain without looking at the traces on the ground again.
He strode forward, leading Zhang Wei across the courtyard's threshold toward the deathly silent cluster of buildings deeper within the Sword Dojo.
Elsewhere in the Sword Dojo.
Three figures walked down a dark, deep wooden corridor lined on both sides with moldy lanterns, one in front and two behind.
Leading them was Zhang Long, dressed in a modern jacket, his hair a bird's nest and his steps swaying from side to side.
He hummed an unfamiliar Taoist tune.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked as though he were out for a leisurely stroll.
It was as if this were his own backyard rather than a sealed-off paranormal zone riddled with danger.
A few steps behind him, the Asura God and Sword Douluo Chen Xin followed closely.
The Asura God's dark red divine robe was somewhat disheveled, and a trace of divine blood that had yet to dry still lingered at the corner of his mouth.
Although he had reined in his arrogant, murderous aura, the knuckles of his hand gripping the Asura Blood Sword remained white.
Once he came to his senses, he had realized that he, the mighty God Realm Enforcer, had been beaten into coughing up blood by a madman using mortal Tai Chi almost as