The Sword of Chaos had disappeared. Ou Yangming felt a sweet taste in his mouth as his blood surged up. Nonetheless, he forced himself to endure it.
"You... How's this possible..." Dao Xuanji's face was slightly pale as he looked at Ou Yangming with a look of disbelief.
"Go..." Dao Xuanji's expression changed. He did not hesitate and turned around, intending to leave.
Even his strongest move, which he had spent 10,000 years of effort on, was unable to kill the other party. He understood that there was no longer any meaning to continue. In fact, it was very likely that he would lose his life.
His body turned into a ray of light and disappeared quickly.
"Where are you running to!"
Ou Yangming's gaze was sharp, and his body was like a straight spear.
At this moment, Dao Xuanji was at his weakest. If he were to leave, Ou Yangming did not know where he would meet him next time.
