On Lion Peak Mountain, the leaders of the Eight Sects were also anxiously contacting their disciples.
The Message Stones flashed one after another, and urgent voices echoed in the night wind.
Deep within the secret realm, however, Ning Jiuying knew nothing of this.
He looked down at the charred figure sprawled on the rock, the smile at his lips cruel and sated.
Under the moonlight, Lin Shisan was drenched in blood.
His clothes had been burned full of holes, his exposed skin was blackened and cracked, most of his hair had been singed away, and his face was covered in soot and blood.
He lay facedown on the ground, his body trembling slightly.
Every breath tugged at his wounds, and now and then he panted like an ox, like a stray dog trampled into the mud.
He was a truly pitiful sight.
Ning Jiuying was very pleased with this scene.
He had waited so long, from the Seven-Day Immortal to the Anyang Long Household, from Cold Moon Peak to the Heavenly Revelation Secret Realm.
This dark-skinned boy had slipped through his fingers time and again, made him lose face time and again, and inflicted heavy losses on him time and again.
Tonight, at last, it would all reach a perfect conclusion. It was time for the grand finale.
"What? Not running anymore?"
He crouched and gently lifted Lin Shisan's chin with the tip of his sword.
His red-tinged eyes were filled with the delight of a cat toying with a mouse.
What sweet satisfaction. His pleasure had reached its peak.
"Back in Anyang, weren't you so good at running? Weren't you so defiant in front of Bai Ziyin?"
"Weren't you so arrogant when you killed Xiao Han?"
"What, where did your guardian go? Was he the one who triggered that