The sky remained the same as before. In the night, a darkness shrouded the entire world as if even the everlasting time would never be able to change this truth.

Dongfang Mu’s spear had shattered and only a small section of it was left in his grasp. This was a top-level treasure, yet it was split into pieces by Feng Feiyun’s saber, reduced to scraps of metal.

“Already so powerful before reaching grand achievement God Base!” Dongfang Mu’s heart sank as he stood on the ground full of cracks. He threw the shattered spear to the ground.

“I am only using you to refine my blade!” Feng Feiyun was a hundred meters away from him. His momentum was still strong and the saber energy surrounded his body.

“Hmph! Don’t speak too soon. I’ll show you my Yin Gou Clan’s great technique, ‘Righteous Energy of the Dragon Lake’.” Dongfang Mu had never lost to someone with a lower cultivation than himself. Although his weapon was broken, his will to battle remained unperturbed.

Dragon Lake spans three thousand miles, the White Jade represents Yin Gou! [1. This is the phrase representing the Yin Gou Clan.]

Feng Feiyun had been wanting to see...