Not far from Sword Valley.
A sea of trees rustled, and a gentle breeze caressed his face.
Qin Yang stood atop a thousand-year-old pine tree, gazing into the distance.
After a moment,
A streak of purple light flew out of the gorge, tore through the void, and returned, landing in his palm where it transformed into a miniature version of the Ziwei Divine Sword.
'I made it back, at least.'
With a flip of his hand, Qin Yang recalled the Ziwei. His Spiritual Power spread out around him, scanning for any nearby danger, and confirmed the absence of any powerful auras.
Only then did he finally relax.
'Minions and boss eliminated. No risk of a final boss... I'm safe!'
'They even sent a Half-step Venerable Powerhouse. Looks like these guys are dead set on killing me,'
Qin Yang gazed at the pale, inky thunderclouds above Sword Valley and couldn't help but sigh. 'That was way too close. Good thing I sent my clone, or I'd have been seriously injured.'
