"I didn't expect them to still escape."
Qin Yang's gaze sharpened as he lightly shook his head, casting consecutive spells. Most of the spiritual power within him had already been depleted. At this moment, even if he pursued, he might not be able to catch up with the two.
"You little brat, my Dark Palace will never forgive you! Once I break through to the Earth Tier, I will surely level your Celestial Sword Pavilion to the ground!"
In the depths of the forest, an extremely enraged voice from An Yuan echoed.
"Hmph, it's not certain yet who won't be forgiving whom."
Qin Yang snorted coldly and put away his Purple Blood Soft Sword.
"I didn't expect it would end like this—two dead, two escaped from the Dark Palace?"
On a red leaf tree, Ximen Feihua gently closed his Ancient Bronze Fan, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
