Things weren’t over yet, though. Xu Qing’s eyes were crimson and full of mad killing intent as he pressed the attack.6

Meanwhile, booms rang out in the sky as Master Seventh, his expression grim and his killing intent raging, also fought fiercely to release the guilt in his heart. He had been wracked with self-blame recently, frustrated that he hadn’t calculated all of the possible outcomes that had ultimately led to Master Sixth’s death.2

The only reason the tragedy had occurred was because he wasn’t capable enough. The only reason things had turned out the way they had was that his battle prowess wasn’t sufficient. He couldn’t accept that. He couldn’t allow it. And he most definitely could never allow something like that to happen again to someone he cared about.1

Therefore, his attacks burst with killing intent. And he didn’t resort to any daoist magics, as he didn’t have the clarity of mind to focus on them.1

He used his fists to smash everything in his path. His every attack caused rumbling sounds to fill heaven and earth. The wind screamed and the air shattered. Every fist strike contained...0