The setting sun sank little by little at the edge of the sky.
Amid the brilliant evening clouds, a streak of light swept up numerous figures and silently flew into the distance, swiftly shrinking into a black dot until even that dot finally vanished from sight.
Wang Xu stared blankly after that departing figure.
The resolve on his face silently melted away, replaced by a sense of loss.
His murmured words dissolved before they could travel far:
"Teacher, I hope that when we next meet, it will be after I have finished all this, when I come bearing thorns on my back to beg your forgiveness, rather than..."
And with Wang Ba's departure,
a mixture of clarity and bewilderment finally flashed through the Martial Saint's eyes beside him.
He then noticed Wang Xu, and astonishment immediately filled his eyes:
"Martial Ancestor? You-what brings you here?"
Wang Xu had spread martial teachings throughout the world, and all True Martial Practitioners regarded him as their teacher. But out of respect, they addressed him only by his honorific, "Martial Ancestor," never daring to actually call him their teacher.
Even the Martial Saint was no exception.
Wang Xu lowered his head slightly to glance at him, a flicker of understanding crossing his eyes.
Then, without a word, he raised his hand and struck. Blood Qi enveloped it, forming a bloody palm that slammed viciously down at him!
Bang!
The Martial Saint's pupils contracted sharply. Though alarmed and bewildered, utterly unaware of why the Martial Ancestor had attacked, he did not dare dodge in the slightest and was sent flying backward beneath that bloody palm!
The Martial Saint crashed straight through Banqiao City, splitting the entire city in two!
Dust billowed everywhere.
Cultivators' cries of alarm rose one after another.
Though utterly confused, the Martial