The fall of the Seven Killings Hall Master and the annihilation of an immortal can be said that this powerful Immortal Sect, which had stood for over a thousand years, was destroyed by Chen Yuan's hands.
And to have an Immortal Sect fall by one's own hand, to say there are no feelings is naturally impossible. It gives one a sense of creating history.
With a thought, that rusty iron sword slowly fell into his hand. Seeing the power contained within, Chen Yuan felt quite satisfied.
The self-detonation of the founder of the Seven Killings Hall completely obliterated even his physical body, not to mention the Spiritual Objects he carried, all turned to nothingness.
Only this broken Immortal Sword was left behind, but no matter how broken, it was a genuine Immortal Sword; with some nurturing, there might be a chance to restore it.
It would be quite suitable for Jiang He to use.
"Amitabha."
Moluo clasped his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name.
