C992 Give Me the Dead Dragon Sword!

The ominous aura slowly cleared, revealing the scene within to all present. Bai Yeh and the saint lay prostrate on the ground. Bai Yeh was a mess of wounds, his flesh torn and bones visible through deep gashes. There wasn't a single spot on him that was unscathed.

The saint fared little better. His once indistinct silhouette had vanished, replaced by the visage of a middle-aged man with a goatee