Outside the Treasure Pavilion, it looked like a battlefield of the Asura, left in utter ruins. The City Guard Army who had originally guarded the place had long since fallen back in disarray to the outer perimeter, terror filling their eyes.
A battle between Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators possessed a world-shattering power in which they were utterly incapable of participating. Even approaching just a little could result in them being instantly torn to shreds by the stray spiritual power.
Mid-air, the figure of Ghost Sword Wu Chou hovered like a phantom, a fierce and ruthless expression flashing through his eyes as if it had physical substance.
Chapter 361