Clang.
With a single sword strike, the Blood Sea Demon God was slain. An Jing slowly sheathed his sword.
The mysterious crimson glow on the sword's edge faded away, not a speck of dust clung to it,
then he raised his hand. In the palm of his hand, a few fragile points of Spiritual Light were gathered by a gentle force and lifted up. They were the souls of the Tianji Mountain disciples he had just extracted from the Blood Sea Ghost God.
"Thank you so much! Your noble actions, Nature Master, have left us all eternally grateful!"
The leading True Person of Tianji Mountain finally snapped out of his shock. He quickly flew forward and bowed deeply to An Jing, his voice full of relief and sincere gratitude: "Our equipment and ammunition were almost completely exhausted in the last battle, or they were destroyed by those demons. We can't present any gifts for now, but once we leave the Zhaolin Realm..."
"We're all partners; there's no need for such formality."
