Jiang Yangxia was very confident in the power of the Flame Divine Technique born from his bloodline, especially when he unleashed it with his full might.
If that Celestial Cloud Sect disciple had used a top-grade magical artifact, he could have accepted it.
But to block it with just an upper-grade magical artifact?
This was the first time he had ever seen such a thing.
"Don't let me run into you again!"
He spat the words viciously, not caring if the other person could hear him.
Soon after, Jiang Yangxia left the area.
He had his own mission to attend to, one located within the Celestial Cloud Sect's territory.
He might run into that Celestial Cloud Sect disciple again in his sect's territory in the future. If that opportunity ever arose, he would make sure to trap the man first.
In a tree about a mile away, Yang Yingjie lay hidden, his aura completely suppressed.
'What rotten luck. The mission isn't even complete, and I'm already out fifty lower-grade Spirit Stones.'
