There was no trace of blood on his young and pale face.

Shaying fell down, blood kept oozing out of his throat, and his vitality was fading from him.

His eyes were never sober.

"Master, it's right after all..." Sha Ying murmured to himself, staring at the lightsaber in Bob's hand.

"Fast is relative, not rushing to achieve success..."

"Strong opponents", he looked at Yang Jian and his group, with a look of prayer.

"Please tell me," Yang Jian raised his hand and his eyes were filled with solemnity.

Sha Ying didn't say anything, his figure gradually became empty and his vitality passed away faster.

"Please bring this token to my master, Xilan."

A faint sigh sounded, and Sha Ying's body turned into dark elements, and finally merged with the surrounding night.

A blue-purple sword appeared in front of everyone.

"This is the Tai Knife condensed by Sha Ying with the last power he had before his death. It contains his desire for power and his love for master." Yang Jian gently picked up the Tai Knife and looked at it carefully.

"From then on, this knife is called the Soul of Shadow!"

Yang Jian carefully put the Taidao into his backpack.

"Hehe", a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was previously entrusted by the Lord of Light Seghart to send a letter to the Tyrannosaurus King Baccar.

Now he is entrusted by Shaying to send a sword to Xilan.

"It seems that I am also a postman working," Yang Jian couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Head", Hans patted his shoulder, allowing him to get rid of his thoughts.

"Look above your head," Hans pointed over the sky.

Yang Jian looked up and saw that above the Shaying Territory, above the cliffs around him, it turned out to be the open night sky.

The stars are shining on everyone.

"Guys", Yang Jian couldn't help but be stunned.

"This...how can this get up?"

The group then sat in a circle and started discussing.

"I suggest," Old Hans raised his hand, "A vanguard player climbed up first, and then helped the people behind him come up."

"Good idea", Yang Jian clapped his hands, "Bob, you can open the way, how about it?"

"No problem", Bob immediately agreed.

He first took out a thick and long rope, tied it around his waist, carried a lightsaber, and then walked towards the edge of the cliff.

"Ha!" Bob shouted, and the lightsaber penetrated hard into the cracks of the rocks on the cliff.

Then he took the first step.

"Bang bang!", the lightsaber and the rock collided continuously, and Bob was also rising to altitude.

"Tsk tsk", the old Hans crossed his hands and praised the young man's physical fitness.

"It seems that Bob will not be able to reach the top in a long time," Yang Jian also stretched his muscles and bones at will.

This Bob really lived up to expectations and reached the top effortlessly.

"Huhuhu", he took a breath, planning to sit down and rest first, and then make plans.

"Bang!", the berserker sat on the ground with his butt, and countless dust suddenly rose.

"Swish" and two long spears were pressed against Bob's chin.

"Damn it! Where did the guy from that dare to trek into the capital?"

A young dark elf guard stared at the invader in front of him with malicious intentions.

Bob immediately raised his hands, swallowed his saliva, looking innocent.
Chapter completed!