However, the escaped Bone Spirit Green Eagle was still a hidden danger. No one could guarantee that the thing raised by the Ming Dynasty bloodline hundreds of years ago would vanish along with Kunlun's destruction. If it was still there, Kunlun would be destroyed by its own hand. The calamity that Kunlun was supposed to bear would also be reaped by itself. If it could not be resolved, he feared he would end up exhausting himself taking it away.
With this in mind, Ye Fengsheng slightly raised his brows, his eyes turning, and leapt into a cold pool of water in the forest below.
As soon as he entered the pool, the icy water twisted, surging toward Ye Fengsheng like mountains and seas. Ye Fengsheng did not hesitate. Using his fists as the driving force, he fanned the waves aside as if they were mere air. Fierce wind coiled around his fists, his arms trembling—like a dragon breaking out of the sea.
