Xiao Qiang looked around, his expression growing increasingly somber. The flying sword had been lying in ambush here for such a long time, undoubtedly with the intention to kill him. But what surprised him was that the flying sword didn't continue to entangle him. Why was that?
He walked slowly, with only the sound of the wind and his own footsteps and heartbeat resonating in the silent void.
Why can't I feel it? Xiao Qiang's face darkened even further.
But after a long while, his spiritual sense detected no anomalies. He slowly withdrew his spiritual sense, glanced around, and shook his head helplessly.
Just then, the sound of metal clashing rang out in the distance.
"Not good!"
A look of great alarm appeared on Xiao Qiang's face. His entire body shot out, heading straight for the Taoist temple.
His speed was quick, but it was unfortunately too late.
