The collapsed ruins, dust filling the sky.
Standing at the center, Gao Xuan posed for a few seconds before stepping away from the ruins.
The mission of slaying Guo Zhengjun was complete, and there was nothing more for him here.
Of course, before posing, he had already seized the Sin-Slaying Sword and forcibly stuffed it into the Celestial Spirit Sword Box.
In its engorged state, the Celestial Spirit Sword Box was very reluctant. But Gao Xuan did not want to walk out with the Sin-Slaying Sword; it was too much trouble and too sensitive.
Gao Xuan walked down the long street filled with corpses, his mood somewhat complex.
He did not regret his actions but pitied these ignorant people.
Believing in a cult was foolish enough to begin with. Such meaningless deaths left him speechless.
Cyan Cloud City was vast, a sprawling urban area with five hundred million residents.
But in the core area of the Spirit Sword Divine Hall, only the most loyal and fanatical advanced believers lived.
