Gai Jiutian did not bother to check whether the Martial King was alive or dead, nor did he wait for the owner of the voice to show up. He sheathed his sword and, without looking back, dashed northward.
One Martial King could not stop him.
After Gai Jiutian's figure had completely vanished into the distance, a kind-looking old man slowly appeared beside the snow pit. With a stomp of his foot, a bleeding figure suddenly flew out.
"I don't care how you vie and scheme in the shadows, but tell the people behind this that I have only one son. If he dies, I will seek them out one by one to settle the score, slaying gods if they block my path and Buddhas if they stand in my way."
In the vague background, a black Great Sword manifested behind the old man, its aura challenging the heavens.
"Gai Dugu, peerless Iron Sword!"
