Whoosh!
A figure darted, Chu Ming sped toward Longhua Mountain, utilizing his Sword Essence Power to activate Broken Dream. The Sword Essence Power within him was nearly depleted, continuing to tangle would be meaningless.
Watching Chu Ming's departing figure, Blood Asura Sect Master Zong Ze's eyes flickered a few times. He glanced at Killer Hawk Eagle Blood disdainfully, then followed closely, his figure flickering blood-red.
"Damn it!"
Killer Hawk Eagle Blood's face was so dark it seemed like water could drip from it. Originally, he planned to ambush Chu Ming and seize the Black Nether Stone, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Chu Ming in just one move.
Whoosh!
He knew well that he could not stay here for long. The martial artists in Black Mountain City were all treacherous and vicious. Seeing him severely wounded, they might harbor ill intentions.
Whoosh!
