Farewell, Guardian of the Mountain

Chen An’nian collected the spoils of war.

Shaking off the blood from his hands, he swiftly headed toward the direction of the Green Mountain Sect in the north.

Like a muffled thunder on the earth, he covered a hundred meters in an instant.

The only surviving warrior in the Golden Body Realm watched Chen An’nian disappear rapidly and sat down on the ground.

Corpses were scattered all around. Blood left mottled marks on the ground.

The steward of the Lin Family knelt on the ground, Qian Shizhong’s neck twisted, and Hu Fengnan pierced through by the Xuan Ice Spear, died.

There were also dozens of warriors, at least in the Divine Foot Realm.

All of them were dead.

Who could have imagined that these warriors, who usually held themselves high, would die just like ordinary people, and even more tragically, without anyone to collect their bodies?

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At this moment, Chen An’nian felt a sense of breaking free from his restraints.