BOOM—!!!
A world-shaking explosion erupted, its shockwave like a physical tsunami.
It uprooted every tree within a hundred-zhang radius, churning the earth and sending rubble flying.
Jia Si's figure drifted back several dozen zhang. He was unsteady when he landed, stumbling back a few steps before regaining his footing.
He looked down at his right palm, where a faint red mark had appeared—the trace of a wound from Sword Qi.
But Gu Changqing stood his ground, not moving an inch.
"Someone from the Dark Abyss?"
Gu Changqing's voice was low, filled with suppressed fury.
"How dare you sneak into my Qingxuan Sect to commit murder? The audacity!"
Jia Si said nothing.
He merely glanced at Fang Han, then at Gu Changqing, a quick calculation flashing through his sunken eyes.
'The situation is untenable.'
Without hesitation, his figure flickered and shot toward the sect's main gate.
A dark afterimage rapidly vanished into the night.
"Trying to run?"
