After parting ways with Mu Fenghua, Fang Hao didn't dare to stay in Ten Thousand Swords Valley for long. This place was like a hornet's nest; who knew if something like the "Black Wind Four Fiends" or "White Wolf Five Heroes" would suddenly pop out? He followed his original path, cautiously slipping out, and after half a day's work, he finally made it out of the valley without any mishaps.
As soon as he exited the valley mouth, the pervasive, sharp Sword Intent suddenly lightened, and the air felt much fresher. Fang Hao let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a thousand-pound weight had been lifted. He looked back at the dark, murderous valley, still feeling a bit of lingering fear in his heart, but more than that, he felt excitement. This risk was worth it!
