The vast Palm Force surged forward, even after passing Prince Xue, continuing to sweep onward.
Where it passed, giant trees blocking the way were shattered, and massive rocks exploded, as if nothing could withstand this endless Palm Force, until it finally dissipated after traversing several miles.
A vast dust cloud was stirred up on the ground.
Yet within the arena, where Prince Xue once stood, his figure had already vanished.
There was a pool of fresh blood on the ground, along with a pair of feet.
The skin was as crystalline as jade, yet it was connected to an extremely hideous wound.
The cut was not smooth, as it wasn't severed but rather broken.
Chu Qing picked up his saber, intending to sheathe it, only to find that the blade was already beyond burdened, mottled and corroded beyond recognition.
A slight shake, and the blade shattered on its own.
"Another expense again..."
