The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars shone brilliantly.
"What a pity for this lake, for this water."
Ning Jiang glanced at Star Moon Lake below his feet. His clothes were unstained by blood, and his aura was otherworldly.
Zhou Wenhao's body had fallen into the lake, dyeing the nearby water a faint, scarlet red.
But for the vast expanse of Star Moon Lake, his blood was but a drop in the ocean.
Around them.
An utter silence had already fallen.
Slaying an Innate Middle Stage expert with a sword while only at the Postnatal Peak—not even the Sword King Chu Bai of old could have accomplished such a feat.
"A Postnatal Peak cultivator defeating someone in the Innate Realm has indeed happened in the history of the Cyan Cloud Country, but there have been fewer than ten such cases. Moreover, every single one of them had to endure a bitter struggle to claim a pyrrhic victory."
