At this moment, the battle has ended, and the golden light on everyone's body has yet to fade away. The two individuals had no choice but to continue pretending.
.........
"Eyes and skull were pierced through, yet completely unharmed. This Vajra Master is surely not an ordinary Xianyang Level being, what kind of monster is he!"
Approximately seven to eight kilometers east of Hongguan, two golden figures suddenly streaked across the sky, one in front of the other.
The person ahead appeared utterly terrified, frequently glancing backward—it was Xiahou Zhang, who had just escaped from Hongguan; the one relentlessly pursuing him from behind had a Black Soft Sword still stuck in his left eye—the Vajra Master.
"Mr. Xiahou, today you won't escape your doom!"
