The group walked carefully in the bushes, led by Rong Jing and Su Luoyin slowly following behind her. Since entering this mysterious and strange forest, everyone's hearts have been depressed and nervous, maintaining a high level of vigilance.
Moving in such a depressing and tense environment, although everyone only moved quietly for a moment, the high tension made everyone tired. At this moment, a young disciple of Shenghan Mountain accidentally knocked over a dead tree on the ground, and the crisp sound immediately attracted everyone to look back.
The disciple smiled awkwardly, and before he could say anything, he heard a surge of air in the air, and several disciples of Shenghan Mountain fell to the ground instantly.
Everyone was shocked. Rong Jing and Su Luoyin subconsciously looked around. Without having time to check on the fallen disciples, the remaining disciples subconsciously formed a circle around them, surrounding the fallen disciples of Shenghan Mountain in the middle, with their cold swords pointing outward at the unknown danger.
Several figures flashed by quickly and returned to the ground before everyone could see them clearly. Five men in purple stood deep in the forest with blank expressions. In the distance, among the swirling smoke, a figure in purple appeared quietly. Seeing that everyone was already in a standoff, he walked out of the smoke. Hazy white mist surrounded him, setting off his stunningly handsome face, adding a hint of solemnity and weirdness.
His long black hair was loosely tied up by a cold hairpin with a purple tint. He had a pair of cold black eyes without any emotion, sparse eyelashes, a purple brocade robe with silver edges, and thin lips, as white as water. He looked like he was immersed in ice water, without a trace of humanity.
He seemed to have walked out of a thousand years of coldness, and looked at everyone with cold eyes. There was a hint of imperceptible coldness in his cold pupils. His handsome face looked even more handsome in the dark jungle, unlike that of an ordinary person.
From the moment she saw him, Su Luoyin's heart sank to the bottom. Afraid? Terror? Shock? Or even a hint of joy, she couldn't even put her finger on it. But this complex feeling ultimately transformed into a deep, bone-deep fear.
It’s him, it’s indeed him.
Since it was him, all doubts were resolved. She was truly a fool. Who else could have commanded the entire Holy Cold Mountain sect to mobilize so many experts, who could have pursued him for days without sleep, who could have such a profound barrier technique, who could have allowed her to break it?
She was really stupid. She had never thought that it would be him. It was only when she saw the barrier that she dared to think in this direction. Now, they were strangers and had become enemies. What should she do?
"He is one of the three great masters of the demon world, but he has been hiding from us for so long like a coward." During the confrontation between the two sides, Rong Jing snorted lightly and spoke first.
Luo Wen was like a noble stone statue looking down from above. When Rong Jing spoke first, he set his gaze on them. His cold eyes swept across everyone. Su Luoyin had no way to avoid them. She felt that his cold gaze was like thousands of knives piercing her heart fiercely.
But Luo Wen didn't seem to see her. He just glanced at everyone without a trace of extraneous expression on his face, as if nothing could break his icy mask. "You were able to find this place successfully. Shenghan Mountain is indeed full of talented people."
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