(There were some problems with the previous chapter. Since even the Hanging Bell Sect knew Su Ziye had been assassinated in Yizhou, there was no reason for the Kunlun Sect to learn about it only today. Once this chapter is posted, I'll go back and revise it. Of course, it's a minor issue, so you don't need to reread it. Ah, I seem to have exposed the secret that I have no chapters saved up... So it isn't easy for me, folks. I'm under a lot of pressure every day, so I imagine nobody will mind if I fool around a little with a chapter title like today's. Cackle, cackle, cackle.)
Amid his screams, Song Qianji summoned a Law Treasure and tore through the air, trailing blood all the way.
The Glazed Sword stopped in midair without pursuing him.
He Wei watched that shower of blood, his gaze cold.
Song Qianji's body had been pierced through, his Dao Tree and Sword Pellet utterly destroyed. How could he have any life left? After flying a little over a hundred feet, he fell to the ground and breathed no more.
He Wei waved his sleeve. Several sparks drifted over and turned into roaring flames, instantly burning Song Qianji's corpse to ashes.
The Blood-Colored Canyon dozens of miles away remained silent. Those in the Profound Yin Sect should already have detected the disturbance here, but no one came out to investigate.
In the Profound Yin Sect as it was now, it was already difficult to find a powerful cultivator who could withstand He Wei head-on.
His sleeves fluttering lightly, He Wei stepped into the air and soon reached an immense height. The Blood-Colored Canyon became a red line in his vision, and boundless Cold Mountain lay beneath his feet.
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