Now satisfied that he had thoroughly severed Xiao Ming's cultivation, ensuring his inevitable demise, Zi Xiang finally let go of his lingering worry.
He had been cautious—far too cautious—because he couldn't afford a scenario where this brat miraculously survived and returned to haunt him in the future.
But now?
There was no longer any path of survival.
BOOM!
With a single step, Zi Xiang broke through the space and vanished at incomprehensible speed, leaving behind the two half-dead figures to be devoured by their miserable fate.
However, the aftermath of a Yang King's intervention could not remain unnoticed for long.
The surrounding cultivators had already sensed the terrifying shockwaves from afar. Driven by both fear and curiosity, they hurried toward the battlefield.
By the time they arrived, the dust had mostly settled.
The lifeless Xiao Ming lay sprawled upon the ground, his body marred with burns and injuries.