"Holy Son, you will have plenty of chances to settle your grudge with him. We are not far from the Demon Spirit Hall, and now that we have caused such a commotion, we must return to the Sacred Land immediately!"
"Aren't we waiting for him to come fight?"
"You killed his woman and his descendant. Are you still worried he won't come fight you? The Demon Spirit Hall has a Perfection Supreme. If you want to fight, you must stay alive first."
"True. I'll let him rage, let him suffer agonizing pain. I'll wait for him to come fight." Though hatred had assailed Qian Yuhuang's heart, he was no fool. "We're returning to the Sacred Land!"
They had originally come to the Northern Plains to win over the Sword Sect. Now that was utterly impossible, and unnecessary as well. Qian Yuhuang naturally knew which matter took priority. Without any visible movement, he and Qian Cangzi vanished in the blink of an eye amid the lingering ash from half of Sword City.
Not long after the two disappeared, Chen Shichong tore through the void and arrived. Grief crossed his face, and he immediately used Spatial Shift again, tears streaming down his face and drifting into the turbulent void.
Right afterward, Ji Ruxia and Ji Yang also used Spatial Shift to reach Sword City. Seeing ruins everywhere before them and a few fragments of golden armor floating and swaying, their tears gushed like springs. They threw themselves down there and wept, the pain gouging at their hearts.
"Xia'er, my precious grandson..." Ji Yang staggered, seeing stars, seeing nothing before him but Chen Mu Fei's figure. "Why wasn't I the one who died? Why did my grandson have to be killed?"
Unable to keep his footing, Ji Yang reeled backward, spewed a mouthful