Ahead, a fissure appeared.
Without a word, Shen Bai grabbed the Hundred Truths Remains and tossed it into the fissure.
This set of Hundred Truths Remains, an extremely rare treasure in the Jianghu, was tossed away by Shen Bai like a piece of garbage.
"Now, it's gone." Shen Bai said with a smile.
The wounds on his body had already healed completely.
Abbot Xuanzhen's expression was grim.
The same went for Qi Huang Taoist; the word "gloomy" was practically written on his face.
They had lost.
A devastating loss.
All the elites of their factions were dead.
The Shadow in the Painting, a precious Deceitful Object, was gone too.
Most importantly, the Hundred Truths Remains was gone as well.
Now, it was just them and Shen Bai.
But they couldn't kill Shen Bai.
In the time they had just wasted, the surrounding scenery had completely dissolved into a blur.
The figures of the three men were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
