"Ancestral teaching! Oh, ancestral teaching!"
Wang Changfeng bemoaned, "How could I, Wang Changfeng, be honored to see Ma-i Sect's ancestors below?"
He suddenly charged wildly towards Yun Yang while roaring, "Supreme Cloud! This old man's life is yours! If you have the guts, follow me!"
Before his last words lingered in the air, he rushed into the fog and triggered a self-explosion. With a loud bang, flesh and blood detonated in the air. Wang Changfeng had turned into a mist of blood, dying alongside the destruction of his cultivation skill.
With the explosion, a cloud of fog formed a shape that coalesced with the wind; Yun Yang's saber glinted crimson again.
"Anyone wants to bring me on their way as well? Try me; it'll save me the trouble!"
Ge Zuheng heaved a long sigh and raised his blade to end himself, fully intending to follow Wang Changfeng.
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