Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Lu Xuanji was breathing slightly.
The formidable enemy had been slain. Only now did he heave a sigh of relief, letting go of the tension and unease in his heart.
At this moment, as the pressure vanished, he felt utterly exhausted.
It wasn't just exhaustion; his True Qi was less than two-tenths of his peak level.
But there was no time to rest. Lu Xuanji waved his hand to retrieve the storage bag and meticulously checked its contents: ten volumes of Daoist books, five thousand Spirit Stones, three thousand pounds of Spirit Rice, and various other clothes and materials.
He immediately took the ten volumes of Daoist books and the five thousand Spirit Stones and placed them in his pocket, kept the three thousand pounds of Spirit Rice safe, and left the rest behind.
Then he wielded the Spirit Fire Technique, as flames burned, consuming Wu Quanwen's body, clothes, storage bag, and more.
