Silence. Utter silence.
Within the ruined palace, the only sound was the whistling of wind and sand.
The disciples from Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain stared at the white-robed youth before them, a trace of disbelief flashing in their eyes. A Martial Artist of the same Realm had been killed with a single finger.
This young man's combat prowess was far more terrifying than it appeared.
"Damn it! Go to hell!" The other Purple Cloud Disciple's pupils constricted at the sight. True Essence surged as he raised his longsword, which flared with a dazzling Sword Light. He abruptly slashed at Qin Ya, the strike carrying a scorching heat.
This slash was actually imbued with a trace of the Fire's Great Trend.
