In the dark night, strong winds arose, and the forest swayed violently.
The flames of the temple flickered with the wind, and dust billowed up from the foot of the hill.
Li Ya crashed into the forest, his body smashing through the mountain wall, and the dust quickly engulfed him. His North Sea Heavy Sword flew hundreds of feet away, piercing a thousand-year-old tree and splitting its trunk.
Zhang Buku hovered in the air, holding a stone axe in one hand. He looked nervously down and asked, "Daoist Friend Li Ya, are you alright?"
Li Ya's Sword Intent was so strong that he had to use the Heaven-Cutting Divine Axe. He was happy when he struck Li Ya down, but then he got worried, fearing that he might have killed him.
The two had met by chance; he never killed those without grievance or enmity.
Zhang Buku waved his left hand, dispersing the dust below, and looked at Li Ya lying among the shattered mountain wall.
Li Ya hung his head low, covered in blood.
