In a clash between masters, a single thought could decide victory or defeat.
Shi Mohe, whom Cao Jinxing and the others had been utterly powerless to shake, was nothing special to Liu Zhenyuan.
We're both at the Faxiang realm, and you've already taken my surprise attack. What do I have to fear from you?
After killing his enemy, Liu Zhenyuan charged toward the Mongolian camp with the corpse in hand. Cao Jinxing followed close behind. With his eldest brother, a human nuclear bomb, here, they surely would not dare make any rash moves!
The Mongolian camp descended into chaos.
There were too many soldiers. In the end, Zhao Quan and the others failed to escape the dragnet and slip away unnoticed. Instead, Buyan, Altan Khan's second son, who was at the late Tongyou stage, captured them.
Buyan bound Zhao Quan in iron chains and brought him, along with several other leading Maitreya Sect followers, before the central command tent. Altan Khan, Dailaisun, and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then.
Something flew down from the sky, accompanied by howling wind, crashing thunder, and flashing lightning, and smashed into the ground in front of Altan Khan!
Bang!
Before Altan Khan could see what it was, he felt warm drops of blood splatter across his face.
He lowered his head. Embedded in the ground was none other than Shi Mohe's head!
His eyes were wide open, unable to close even in death!
"Ah!"
For a moment, screams rose one after another in front of the tent!
Altan Khan and Dailaisun trembled all over at the sight. This was the master of the Vajra Sect, a figure akin to a living Buddha in Mongolia, yet he had actually...
Thunder boomed overhead.
A thunderbolt struck the ground and took human form. Holding