Chou Ao is dead.
The murderous intent and battle aura enveloping the Golden Peak gradually faded.
Apart from the marks left by the battle, the mountain peak, which had been dormant in an ancient shattered nightmare for who knows how long, returned to its tranquility.
The tide was still surging, much like Xie Tian's heart, still unsettled and excited from the battle.
His body, long unaccustomed to battle, even had an almost imperceptible tremble.
This was not a sign of unfamiliarity with martial skills, nor was it an inability to control the Nirvana Saint Realm body.
Because this tremble not only didn't affect his state, but actually helped him smoothly step onto a path of killing he hadn't tread for over a hundred years.
Kill one person.
Ascend one path.
Next should have been escape.
Yet Xie Tian still stood before Chou Ao, eyes closed and facing the heavens.
