At this moment, Qin Shou, acting as the "villain," naturally didn't unleash his full power but instead merged into the void with a sinister smile.
"Heh, interesting. We'll meet again."
As the ethereal voice resonated across the heavens and earth, the shadow of the Dark Dragon was devoured by the Flame Divine Dragon, scattering the dark clouds and illuminating the sky.
The oppressive terror dissipated with the dispersing clouds, and Ning Xian collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily.
"Divine Beast, did we win?"
"Of course. If that guy kept pestering us, fighting to the death would still leave him in bad shape."
Ning Xian's face lit up with a smile—indeed, the Ancient Divine Weapon Beast did not disappoint.
With Tianjing in hand, one day I will return to the Sword Sect, wielding the prowess of a true powerhouse.
I'll make them realize Ning Xian is no failure!
I will reclaim everything I lost, piece by piece!
...
A thousand miles away, beside a lakeshore.
