The thunder-wracked purgatory slowly dissipated.
Jiang Runyue stood proudly on the spot, holding a sword in one hand. All around her lay piles of white bones; more than a dozen formidable black-robed assassins had all been reduced to nourishment for her cultivation.
On the other battlefield, seeing this, Changkong Wuji held back no longer. The sharp edge of the immortal sword in his palm flared dozens of times brighter, instantly enveloping him and the surrounding black-robed assassins.
Chapter 99