In the blink of an eye, the people from the Martial Clan were all annihilated.
"What a pity, the little monk was not able to grant them deliverance personally."
On the little boat, Qing Chen sighed with much regret.
"I've figured it out... Whenever there's a fight, the first thing to do is to restrict those four unworldly individuals: Senior Sister Zi Ling, Junior Brother Jiang, Junior Brother Lin, and Junior Sister Su..."
It was Lu Rang who spoke.
"Let's go, back to the Martial Desolate Realm."
Nan Feng also spoke.
Now that the enemy had been wiped out, it was time to return.
At once, the small boat began to descend slowly.
Ultimately, it reappeared in the skies of the Northern Border of the Martial Desolate Realm.
"Greetings to the masters!"
Wu Xiaokun and Wu Zhenhai had been waiting, and when they saw their return, they came forward to pay their respects.
"No need for formalities, how is it going, was the cleanup of the Martial Desolate Realm successful?"
