At the peak of Cloud Summit Mountain, the battle raged on.
At this time, Qin Chuan's body was covered in blood. Originally, there were four powerful practitioners from the Ancient Martial World, but now only one remained—the other three had fallen off the cliff.
"So many years have passed, and yet the people nurtured by the Kunlun Divine Prison seem to be getting weaker," Qin Chuan suddenly said, with a hint of murderous intent in his icy eyes.
After having slain three strong practitioners from the Ancient Martial World in succession, the toll on him was enormous, as the twenty percent increase in his cultivation level forcibly induced by the Secret Technique was almost completely lost.
Of course, the strength of the last practitioner from the Ancient Martial World standing before him, which was boosted by Elixirs, had also long been depleted. If there had not been questions to ask, he would already have been killed by Qin Chuan.
