"We understand," Su Jinyue nodded in response. She and Yihan were currently at the middle and peak stages of the Nascent Soul stage, respectively. Even if the other party was suspicious, they couldn't be blamed.
"You still have to be careful." Ye Ling reminded them worriedly.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan nodded and walked outside. If the other party really wanted to attack them, they would not be so easy to bully.
The market is crowded with people and it is bustling and prosperous.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan followed the flow of people and walked forward. When they saw something they needed, they stopped.
"The monk in front was too ruthless. He has already killed more than a dozen monks."
"I heard that his son was murdered and he is looking for the murderer."
"But you can't just kill innocent people."
"Okay, stop talking and let's go. If that senior hears us, we'll be in trouble."
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan looked at each other and walked forward.
The further they walked, the fewer people there were. Even the cultivators who were there kept a distance, furtively looking ahead, fearing they might provoke the enraged middle-aged man in black. Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue also stopped in their tracks; they had already spotted the other person. The other person's strength was indeed formidable, having already reached the mid-stage of the Tribulation Crossing stage. With such strength, he could dominate anywhere.
The middle-aged monk in black glanced at Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan, a sneer curling his lips. Two Nascent Soul stage ants dared to join in the fun.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan saw each other looking at them and quickly took a few steps to the side in panic. They weren't afraid of each other, of course, they just didn't want to cause trouble. While it wouldn't be difficult to destroy the other party, it was better to avoid a confrontation if possible.
Seeing Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan's expressions, the black-robed middle-aged cultivator calmly withdrew his gaze. His son's cultivation was at the middle stage of the Fusion Realm, so two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators naturally couldn't be his murderers. However, he would not let any potential cultivator go until he found his son's true killer.
The middle-aged monk in black took a quick look and saw a mid-stage Mahayana monk not far away. He took a step forward and walked towards him.
A mid-stage Mahayana cultivator was bargaining with a stall owner when he felt a powerful aura approaching. He stepped aside in panic and saw the middle-aged male cultivator in black. He quickly bowed and said, "I wonder if you have any advice, Senior."
"Have you seen this person?" The middle-aged monk in black raised his hand and waved it, and a virtual image appeared in the air. It showed a young man with a mole on his chin.
The mid-stage Mahayana cultivator looked carefully and nodded, "I've seen him. He lives in the alley to the east with a few young men."
"Take me there." The middle-aged monk in black ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes." The mid-stage Mahayana cultivator dared not disobey and hurriedly led the way.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan had just returned to the courtyard when they heard the door behind them being kicked open. Turning around, they saw the middle-aged monk in black they had met before. They sighed helplessly; trouble had finally come.
Hearing the noise outside, Tian Fengxun and the Ye brothers and sisters also ran out of the house.
Seeing the middle-aged male cultivator in black, Tian Fengxun's pupils shrank slightly. "I wonder if you have any advice, senior?" The other party's aura was so powerful! Judging from this aura, he must have been at least at the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
The middle-aged male cultivator in black glanced at Su Jinyue and the others, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. He refused to believe that these people had killed his son. However, his son had indeed lived here before. Even if his son's death had nothing to do with them, he would not let them go. He could only consider it their own bad luck.
"Where are the people who lived here before?" asked the middle-aged monk in black in a cold voice. His voice was like a biting wind, which made people feel painful.
"Who? There was no one here when we came back." Su Jinyue pretended to be stupid.
The middle-aged cultivator in black snorted coldly, "A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to deceive me! He's simply courting death!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it, sending a streak of white light swiftly sweeping towards Su Jinyue. He had already recognized the middle-aged woman as the one he had met on the street earlier, as well as the man beside her.
Zhan Yihan raised his hand and swept out a purple light, meeting the white light swept out by the other party.
"Boom!" The two beams of light collided in the air, making a loud noise.
The middle-aged monk in black narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhan Yihan, "You are not a Nascent Soul cultivator?" Although his attack just now was very casual, it was not something that a peak late Nascent Soul cultivator could block.
"So what?" Zhan Yihan summoned the Xuanyuan Sword. He would not let anyone who wanted to hurt Jin Yue go.
"It seems my son's death is related to you." The middle-aged monk in black said affirmatively. Otherwise, why would the other party hide his cultivation level?
"Does it make any difference? Aren't you planning to attack us?" Su Jinyue taunted. His attack just now was so powerful that even ten Nascent Soul cultivators, let alone one, wouldn't be able to withstand it.
"Looking for death!" the middle-aged monk in black shouted angrily. It seemed his suspicions were correct; his son's death was indeed related to them. If that was the case, he would let them all be buried with his son.
The middle-aged monk in black showed no mercy this time and attacked Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan.
As soon as he launched his attack, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan suddenly disappeared. Before he could react, his surroundings turned into a wilderness, and rays of light flew up and attacked him.
"Ninth-level Tenglong Killing Formation!" The middle-aged cultivator in black's eyes was filled with horror. Not only had the other party concealed his cultivation level, but he was also a ninth-level formation master. It seemed he had underestimated him.
He used his own magical weapon to meet the attacking Salon. The ninth level formation was powerful, but it was impossible to trap and kill him.
As white lights flashed, strands of sand turned into yellow sand and fell back to the ground.
"Can this formation trap him?" Tian Fengxun asked worriedly. If the other party escaped the formation, their fate would be unimaginable.
Su Jinyue smiled confidently, "Even if he doesn't die this time, I will make him skinned alive." The ninth-level killing array that she and Yi Han had set up together could not be broken easily.
He raised his hand and scattered eighteen eighth-level talismans, and a violent storm began to break out in the formation, with thunder and lightning.
Arcs of lightning struck the middle-aged monk in black, burning his entire body black.
Man Batian brandished his magical weapon, repeatedly colliding with the thunder and lightning, emitting a roaring sound. He could not believe that after thousands of years of dominating the Demonic Continent, he would fall at the hands of two shameless youngsters. He was truly unwilling to accept this!
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