Jiang Ding soared in the sky, continuing his flight towards the location of the Sutra Pavilion.
To say it was one sword, it was indeed one sword.
At this time, apart from clues to Immortal Technique, nothing could distract him, not even for a quarter hour.
At this moment, over two thousand kilometers away, the Sword Intent disappeared.
"Oh no."
"Dead? Or did he successfully escape?"
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
"The title 'Blood Hand Demon' is not a good one; it brings calamity. If he's not dead, when I have the time after Blood Cloud has accomplished his historical mission of being the vanguard to the king, destabilizing the rule of the Northern Plains families, I'll go and kill him myself."
Even being a demon is tolerable.
In a fight against an enemy, any method used is justifiable, be it Ghost Dao, Blood Path, all are acceptable.
