"This... the old Ancestor actually ran away?"
"Ancestor my ass! He fled before the battle! He's not worthy to be the Institute's Ancestor!"
"He doesn't have a shred of a scholar's spine. No wonder he focuses only on Sword Dao and refuses to practice Art Dao!"
Millions of disciples from the Saint Heaven Institute were stunned. Witnessing Bo Zhong's disappearance, they burst into indignant curses, their hearts filled with contempt.
At the same time, they felt utter despair!
The strongest Ancestor had fled. What would become of them?
"Thinking of running? Did you ask for my permission?"
Han Xin sneered, his cold voice shaking the heavens. His eyes swept around before he forcefully threw the war sword in his hand.
His war sword was like a rainbow!
As if possessing eyes, it firmly locked onto Bo Zhong's back. Endless Sword Qi traversed the sky, extending for tens of thousands of miles like a beautiful ribbon.
"No..."
