The Nascent Soul-level sword light subsided, and a figure walked out.
Dressed in a Gold Embroidered Profound Robe, with black hair cascading like a waterfall, he was handsome and otherworldly.
Who else could it be but Su Ye?
It was exceedingly obvious.
The Han Tiantong from before was, in fact, his shadow clone.
With a calm expression, Su Ye approached Jiang Wenyuan's corpse.
RIP.
He took out a fire talisman and tore it.
Fierce flames, like a serpent of fire, instantly engulfed Jiang Wenyuan's corpse.
A moment later, the body was reduced to ash, leaving behind nothing but a single Golden Core.
At the same time,
Su Ye's Divine Sense stirred.
His Fifth-rank Divine Sense Power swept across the area,
making sure that any remnant soul had been utterly annihilated.
'Mm.'
'Now he's well and truly dead!'
Su Ye chuckled, bending down to pick up the Golden Core and a damaged Storage Ring.
Thanks to its small size and durable material, the Storage Ring was still usable.
