The Longsword returned to its sheath.
As the Divine Dragon Phantom vanished, Jun Moxiao stood his ground. A sneer touched his lips as he gazed at the four corpses.
These four disciples of the Qitian Sword Sect possessed cultivation bases of varying levels; the strongest was at the Sixth Layer of the Divine Bridge Realm, while the weakest was at the Divine Bridge Realm second level.
How could they possibly be a match for him and his Senior Sister?
Jun Moxiao retrieved the storage rings from the four bodies, gave two to his Senior Sister, and then the pair continued on their journey.
Neither of them knew the location of the Thunder Pool, nor the whereabouts of the Disciples of Heaven's Pride from the three major Sects. The Accumulated Thunder Mountain Range was vast and boundless, offering them only uncertainty. They had no choice but to venture deeper, hoping to try their luck.
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