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Some rebels also hid in civilian courtyards to evade capture.

He even saw Xiao Zhan chasing a man in a black robe towards the south. In his sight, Xiao Zhan seemed to be flying in the sky, wreathed in flames. It was he who shredded the werewolf’s body into pieces, leaving its blood on him, but he paid no heed. Utilizing his body technique, he leapt as if ascending to the heavens and reached a height of seventy to eighty meters, swinging a palm towards the man in the black robe.

The man in the black robe relied on the Ten Directions Ghost Realm, riding a black cloud, intending to distance himself from Xiao Zhan.

But Xiao Zhan’s palm seemed to strip away the power of heaven and earth within the Dragon Capital, forming a palm seal that obscured the sky and covered the earth, leaving the man in the black robe with no chance to evade.

He roused the Chong Ghosts to resist.

Within the black mist, a black sword beam collided with Xiao Zhan’s palm seal.

The figure of the man in the black robe fell from the air.

When he was about a dozen meters from the ground, he was caught by the black cloud and fled in a sorry state.

Xiao Zhan’s body was knocked into a civilian house by the recoil, turning the house into ruins, and he threw out several pillars, shooting towards the man in the black robe fleeing on the cloud.

He rushed out from the house, speeding along the ground, not slower than the man in the black robe departing on the black cloud.

Jiang Feng gathered his aura.

Hiding in some ruins, he watched Xiao Zhan chasing the man in the black robe, running towards the South City Gate.

"Truly worthy of being the National Guardian War God."

"Xiao Zhan’s strength is not just at the Ruyi Realm but surpasses it. His cultivation technique is extremely special, definitely surpassing the Celestial Extreme."

"If I were to face him, I mustn’t show any mercy. I must take advantage of my spiritual power and take him down in the shortest time possible. Otherwise, once he regains his strength, it won’t be so easy to kill him."

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

In his eyes, Xiao Zhan is clearly much stronger than the Second Prince.

Facing such a person, it’s best to rely on the crossbow to heavily wound him first, then seize the opportunity for close combat. Otherwise, like with the Second Prince, even if I can kill Xiao Zhan later, there will be a price to pay.

"I wonder if Sister Dong is alright?"

Jiang Feng looked towards Zhenbei Prison, where blood filled the sky, and he could hear waves of screams.

He sighed deeply.

Headed towards Black Iron Mountain.

His grave is on the back of the Black Iron Mountain.

Jiang Feng had to take a detour.

Now the Demon Sect traitors within the city are fleeing everywhere, and experts from the Imperial City are teaming up with Yun Gui Sect disciples to search in all directions. Some remnants of the traitors are running towards Black Iron Mountain.

Jiang Feng avoided them.

At his current strength, he only needs to be fully alert to avoid the pursuit of the Six-armed Divine Emperor. As for others, even Xiao Zhan, he can ensure Xiao Zhan can’t find him even at a distance of dozens of meters.

Thus, along the way, apart from seeing a few waves of rebels being surrounded by the Imperial City’s experts, Jiang Feng was not involved.

He walked leisurely to the rear of Black Iron Mountain.

"Who’s there?"

From afar, with the eye power of the Ruyi Realm, Jiang Feng saw a figure near his grave.

"Sister Dong... What’s she doing?"

"She’s helping me move the stones and adjust the tombstone."

Jiang Feng stood dumbfounded.

That figure was Han Dong.

Han Dong was helping him clear away stones that had rolled down from the mountain. One stone had struck the tombstone, causing it to tilt.

Han Dong exerted great effort to move that stone away, adjusted the tombstone, and repaired the dented grave mound.

"It’s alright, with me watching over you, no one can bully you."

Finally clearing away all the stones that rolled down from the mountain, Han Dong said contentedly.

"I should head back too. In a while, I’ll come to see you again."

Han Dong stroked the tombstone.

Holding her sword with both hands, she walked down the mountain.

Jiang Feng hid in the darkness, watching Han Dong leave. He approached the grave and saw a pile of stones beside it, all moved from on top of his grave.

He couldn’t help but look towards Han Dong down the mountain, his lips moving, wanting several times to call out to Han Dong, to tell her he was still alive.

But in the end, he held back.

Looking at that pile of stones, he felt a mix of emotions.

Perhaps in Han Dong’s heart, she truly viewed him as a younger brother.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Jiang Feng sensed an unusual aura approaching.

The aura was rushing up from below the mountain, heading towards Han Dong.

"Howl!"

Han Dong’s dual swords unsheathed.

As a First Grade Qi Refining Realm expert, she was exceptionally alert. Although she couldn’t detect Jiang Feng, she could detect other traces.

"Wolf Guardian?"

Jiang Feng stood on the mountain slope, looking down. He saw a one-armed werewolf, flames receded, transforming into a dark beast, charging towards Han Dong.

Clearly, the werewolf suffered greatly at Zhenbei Prison, now fleeing with nowhere to go, and sought refuge towards Black Iron Mountain, unexpectedly encountering Han Dong.

In his eyes, humans were no good.

Regardless of Han Dong’s identity, upon seeing her, he decided to kill.

One of his arms had been torn off by Xiao Zhan.

From a blood-flame werewolf, he had transformed into a dark werewolf. In terms of speed and strength, he was still invincible compared to Han Dong. Charging up from the foot of the mountain, he reached Han Dong in a few strides.

With sharp, cold claws, he swiped at Han Dong’s head.

Han Dong swiftly thrust her dual swords.

Intelligent as she was, she seemed to know she stood no chance against the one-armed werewolf. Escape was impossible, and the dual swords wouldn’t hold. It was better to exchange life for life, so she thrust both swords towards the werewolf’s heart.

In her sight, Han Dong’s dual swords first slashed through the werewolf’s arm, but it felt as if the blade scraped across hard iron plates, harsh and stiff.