Under the black night, fierce winds rose, causing the forest to sway violently.
Temple lights flickered with the wind, and billowing clouds of dust rose from the foot of the mountain.
Li Ya crashed into the forest, his body piercing through the mountain wall, swiftly engulfed by dust, his North Sea Heavy Sword flung hundreds of feet away and lodged into the trunk of a millennium-old tree, causing it to split.
Zhang Buku floated in the air, holding a stone axe in one hand. He looked down anxiously and asked, "Fellow Daoist Li Ya, are you alright?"
Li Ya's Sword Intent was incredibly strong, and he had been forced to employ his Heaven-Splitting Divine Axe, striking down Li Ya in an instant. He was thrilled at the success, but then his heart lifted to his throat with fear he might have killed Li Ya.
Their encounter had been a chance meeting, and he never killed those who bore no grudge against him.
