Ji Fengming is now wearing a human skin mask and looks like a middle-aged man.

This spineless attempt to shirk responsibility was utterly despicable in Lan Yuqing's eyes. She immediately glared at him coldly and sneered, "Shameless scoundrel, where do you think you're going? You killed members of my Lan family, you will pay with your life!"

"Why can't you understand what I'm saying, girl? I've already told you it wasn't me." Ji Fengming stretched out a long, jade-like hand that didn't match his face at all, exuding a roguish air: "If you don't believe me, smell it and see if there's any blood on my hand."

If a person kills someone, regardless of whether their hands are covered in blood, there will be a faint smell of blood on them.

That is the aura of murderous intent.

Ordinary people can't smell it, but cultivators, whose five senses and six perceptions are different from ordinary people, can detect some clues by careful observation.

Lan Yufeng was not killed by Ji Fengming, so his actions can be described as exceptionally open and aboveboard.

However, his roguish demeanor, coupled with his current sallow, burly face, made him look truly repulsive.

Lan Yuqing thought he was teasing her and became furious. She drew her sword and was about to attack.

“Miss Yuqing, we can’t sense any spiritual energy fluctuations on that person. His cultivation level is probably not low,” an aide beside Lan Yuqing quickly stopped her and reminded her.

Lan Yuqing's sharp, knife-like gaze swept over the man and the other advisor, and she said, "Then you two go up and make sure you bring me his dog's head!"

The two advisors paused for a moment, then reluctantly bowed and replied, "Yes, Miss."

Ji Fengming is now facing a formidable enemy in front and pursuers behind, a situation that is extremely dire.

He was also afraid that Xuan'en would disobey and find out, and that stubborn Xuan'en, when he got angry, would fight to the death.

They'll definitely suffer losses then.

Ji Fengming had no desire to continue the fight. While muttering to distract them, she quietly moved towards the side of the monster forest: "Sigh, a young lady like you is always fighting and killing. Why do you have to do this?"

Before the word "lie" was even finished, he had already flown off diagonally on his sword.

"Chase him! Don't let him get away!"

Lan Yuqing's extremely angry voice rang out sharply behind him, followed by dozens of whooshing sounds as they hurtled through the air.

When Ji Fengming arrived, he had just broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm. Afterwards, that damned random teleportation array drained most of his spiritual power. Although the spiritual power that was drained has been recovered in the past few days, it has only stabilized his cultivation level and his strength has not improved.

One of Lan Yuqing's two advisors was already at the late Nascent Soul stage.

Without Qingluan's talent skill to delay him, Ji Fengming was at a great disadvantage when escaping at such close range.

In no time at all.

The advisor surnamed Song, who was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, was about to catch up.

Ji Fengming turned his head and saw that he was immediately filled with rage: It seems that a fight is inevitable today!

However, he was still somewhat unwilling.

Fighting a battle he knows he'll lose is not Ji Fengming's style.

"Hey you, big brother behind me, I advise you not to chase after me. Even if you catch up with me, it won't end well. You'll die," Ji Fengming said earnestly as he ran.

The advisor surnamed Song had already deduced from the speed at which the two flew on their swords that Ji Fengming's cultivation was inferior to his.

However, he could not sense Ji Fengming's spiritual energy fluctuations, which must mean that Ji Fengming possessed a treasure that concealed his cultivation level.

So when he heard Ji Fengming's words, the Song family advisor was amused and annoyed.