Midair.
Pfft!
A staggering figure suddenly shifted out of the lightning's range.
Lin Zixiao spat out a mouthful of blood. Soaked head to toe in blood and charred inside and out by the strike, his eyes revealed deep fear.
His heart still trembled with lingering dread.
Had he not possessed a calamity-substitution technique, he likely would have been reduced to ashes on the spot like the other two.
Lin Zixiao turned back and gave Qin Ming a deep look, then dragged his severely wounded body away, transforming into a streak of black light that vanished into the distance.
Qin Ming was startled. He still didn't die?
He had clearly seen Lin Zixiao within the lightning suddenly turn into a paper effigy and burn to ashes.
Then he had instantly escaped the range of the spell's attack.
His methods were truly unfathomable.
Qin Ming sent out his divine sense and swept over the site of the battle.
Only to discover, to his frustration, that beneath that last attack—
Elder Gu and the green-robed old man, along with their Storage Bags, had been blasted away without even a scrap remaining.
Qin Ming curled his lips. "Sigh! What a pity."
The disturbance here had not been small. Someone would probably arrive soon.
Having personally slain that old bastard Elder Gu, Qin Ming felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his chest.
It could be considered the settling of an old score.
Qin Ming immediately continued urging the flying shuttle and disappeared from the spot.
"What happened?"
"What was that golden lightning just now?"
"Too terrifying! Could someone be undergoing a tribulation?"
"What are you thinking? Heavenly tribulation only comes when one breaks through to the Golden Core Stage."
Some cultivators near Qingyang Market raised their heads toward the sky, all of them filled