The blood on Yang Xiaotian's body was certainly not his.
Clutching the Heaven and Earth Divine Sword, he approached an Xing Family Ancestor who was only a few breaths away from death. Lying there, the ancestor looked up at Yang Xiaotian and sneered viciously, "Yang Xiaotian, your triumph won't last long, someone will soon crush you to death."
"Is that so." Yang Xiaotian's expression remained cold as the Heaven and Earth Divine Sword in his hand swept down, and the opponent's head rolled to the ground.
He unleashed his Soul Power and then moved towards another Xing Family Ancestor who was not yet entirely dead, and again swung his Divine Sword.
And so, he walked upon the land littered with corpses, the Heaven and Earth Divine Sword rising and falling continuously.
The night was peaceful.
The night in Qiankun City was as tranquil as ever.
However, beneath the calm veil of the night, a faint scent of blood still lingered.
