The power of the Sword Shadow was exceptionally strong. After slaying the Taoist Immortal, the contained force fully exploded, turning everything it touched into dust.
In the distance, the Master of Qingyou, who had fled outside the sect, looked horrified.
Such terrifying might, even if he were in his prime, would leave him gravely injured if not killed on the spot.
He dared not linger, fleeing frantically, hoping Han Yi would not notice him and let him escape smoothly.
Meanwhile, Han Yi, in the core of the Qingyou Sect, exhaled a breath slowly.
This breath seemed to completely clear a certain negative emotion that had accumulated within him, and after exhaling, he felt much more at ease.
Moreover, this breath also severed past causes and effects, allowing his Taoist Immortal realm to achieve further perfection.
"Twenty thousand years of grudges, finally settled here."
Han Yi murmured.
