"Now wasn't the time to rest." Xu Yang drew a deep breath.
The battle had been far too fierce. It might attract others. If anyone discovered that he had killed Han Qianlin, there would be nowhere in Great Xia for him to hide. Even the teachers of the Heavenly Strategy Academy would arrest him themselves.
"Erase my traces and leave as quickly as possible."
He was drenched in blood, his clothes reduced to strips. Horrific fissures covered his body, exposing bone in several places. Fist imprints were embedded in his flesh, and patches of skin had been torn away entirely.
This had been the most brutal battle of his entire martial journey. Fortunately, nothing unexpected had happened, and he had successfully eliminated Han Qianlin, the thorn in his heart.
He no longer had the strength to return the Dragonspine Thunderclap Bow to the Spirit Treasure Gourd. He quickly picked up the fallen bow, then retrieved the Heavenly Star Saber he had thrown away.
Next, he erased his traces. He swept away the saber intent he had left on the battlefield with his spiritual force, along with every drop of his blood, leaving nothing that could possibly lead back to him.
Once everything had been cleaned up, he concealed his aura and hurried away, dragging his grievously wounded body along.
After flying three miles or so, he spotted a figure racing through the darkness along the road from the Heavenly Strategy Academy to Cloud Province City. On closer inspection, it was none other than Han Qianlin's old servant, Han Yun.
After Han Qianlin left, he had followed him out of the Middle Court.
But he was only Han Qianlin's old servant. In terms of status, he was not even a member of the Heavenly Strategy Academy. He did not possess Han