Even after killing Dugu Qiu, Jiang Yi felt no joy or satisfaction. Instead, he was filled with immense sadness and loneliness.
As he fell from a great height, he felt intense pain from his fractured legs. He took a couple of deep breaths before flying by slamming his palms on the surface of the ground again. This time, he landed beside Dugu Qiu's charred corpse. Jiang Yi waved his hands and dismembered the corpse into unrecognizable pieces. He then released some ghost flames and incinerated them into ashes.
"Ji Tingyu!"
He snapped his head up while his blood red eyes looked towards the shimmering barrier surrounding the Martial Arts Hall. He slammed on the ground and sped over with the Fire Dragon Sword in his hand, he furiously sent tens of thousands of fire dragons towards the hall.
Pong! Pong! Pong!
