Finishing blows, burning, crushing.
After completing the Yang Family's standard cleanup procedure, Yang Lingrui's taut expression finally eased a little.
Only then did he realize that his entire body was trembling, his hands and feet were ice-cold, his scalp was burning, and the thumping from his chest was clearly audible, as though his heart were about to leap out.
Still unable to believe it, afraid that he was dreaming, he summoned a gale wind and sliced his palm.
Only when blood trickled down his arm and he felt its warmth and the sting of pain did Yang Lingrui finally relax completely.
He had done it!
He had seized that one and only fleeting opportunity!
The instant his mind relaxed, Yang Lingrui collapsed to the ground, feeling as though he had survived a calamity.
He did not rashly search Wang Weiming's body, nor did he intend to seize his storage bag.
The Solitary Moon Mountain Guardian Cultivator was waiting outside.
Items carried by a disciple of Wang Weiming's rank were not so easily taken. Who knew what follow-up tracking methods Solitary Moon Mountain might possess?
Being able to kill him here, in this hidden place, was already an enormous stroke of luck.
Yang Lingrui sat up. After regulating his breath for a moment, he walked toward the raised platform.
Through the misty haze, he could not make out what was written on the stone shard.
After probing it several times with spells, Yang Lingrui reached out, intending to pick up the stone shard.
The instant his fingertips touched it, a memory flooded into Yang Lingrui's sea of consciousness.
What came with it was a surge of pure spiritual power!
Yang Lingrui only felt warmth flood his body as his cultivation began to climb rapidly.
Within a few breaths, he had reached