Dense, mysterious patterns seared onto the skin like a branding iron, and with one strike, Ye Qiu had killed Gu Shan Bai. The price he paid was not small.
Due to the drawing of power from the remnants of his eyes, all the True Qi in his body was rapidly depleted. By the time he descended from the mountain peak, the patterns had all dispersed, and hissing white mist emanated from Ye Qiu's body.
Looking ahead at the several figures, his strength completely drained, he no longer had the power to walk and instantly collapsed to the ground.
"That surge of fluctuating aura earlier, it was the power of a Legendary Realm. I fear Ye Qiu is more unlucky than fortunate…" Qian Zhen, standing not far from Azure Dragon Mountain, stopped in his tracks and sighed, a look of regret in his eyes.
