Seeing that a great battle was about to start, Chu Liang hurried back to Silver Sword Peak immediately.
It had to be said, slaying a Demon King of the Eighth Realm was indeed an accomplishment worthy of being recorded in the annals of history, and not many human cultivators had managed to do so throughout the millennia. That's why, even if his master, with his snake body, went to block the spring waters of Jade Sword Peak, Old Wang probably wouldn't dare to confront him.
His master had been angry for several months because of Wang Xuanling's act of killing an evil Eastern Sea Dragon. Now with such a resounding achievement, it would probably take several years to settle the matter.
You couldn't underestimate someone who was not only capable of fighting but also held grudges.
Once Chu Liang returned to his small house, he finally felt a sense of security. These past few years had been filled with perplexing ups and downs, feeling like a constant ride on the wild waves.
