Master Piaoluo hastily channeled all his magic tools and frantically swallowed medicinal pills in an attempt to buy time and avert the crisis, but this was only a temporary delay. Immediately afterward, Chen Xi struck again with another sword slash, leaving the utterly helpless Master Piaoluo plunged into absolute despair. By this moment, he had exhausted all his tricks, tasting the bitter pill of despair. As the sword aura descended, he plummeted across the sky like a kite with broken wings, blood splashing everywhere.
Despite his tenacious vitality and frantic will to survive, continuously using his remaining pills to patch his wounds, he ultimately could not reverse his fate. With the third sword strike, Master Piaoluo's life was completely extinguished. The once-illustrious Master Piaoluo thus perished at the hands of a young junior. Though his heart brimmed with bitter resentment, he could not escape his destined end.
Confirming that Master Piaoluo was completely dead, Chen Xi finally let out a sigh of relief. "I warned you long ago not to provoke me, but you simply refused to listen." Chen Xi sighed helplessly, then turned to reunite with Senior Sister Liu and the others. The valley was entirely deserted, and any survivors had already fled. Yet their harvest from this trip was bountiful: they had not only obtained the heritage of the Ascending Immortal Venerable, but also acquired a vast amount of precious spiritual herbs.
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