A furious and unwilling howl roared out from the shattered wind and sand.
The wind calmed and the sand settled, and the mountain was once more clear and bright.
The demi-human expert of the Proclamation of Liberation had already disappeared, leaving behind only a puddle of blood on the ground.
The blue-clothed man still stood at his original position, still standing in his usual manner: a lowered head and drooped shoulders. However, the right hand extended from his sleeve was shaking somewhat.
There was no sword in his hands, and it almost seemed like the bright and beautiful, yet strange sword glow only existed in the imagination.
In reality, other than in special situations like the one in Xunyang City, very rarely would anyone living see his sword.
The mountain path was deathly quiet. The crowd stared at the blue-clothed man up the mountain path, their minds in utter shock as they all thought, just who is he? A hidden expert sent by the Orthodoxy to protect Chen Changsheng?
