Before long, a beastly roar echoed through the dense forest.
The giant lion that had chased after the young man returned to the mountain cave.
Seeing that its cub was gone, it naturally grew anxious and let out furious roars.
Hearing the sound, Little Lion looked up at Liu Yun before turning and running toward the mountain cave.
Liu Yun did not follow him, instead flying in the opposite direction.
Before long, he descended beside a forest stream.
Within the stream lay an oval stone that also emitted traces of an aura similar to Heng Xuan's Nether Soul.
With a wave of his hand, Liu Yun collected it.
Just as he was about to leave in a flash, the sounds of battle rang out from the nearby mountains.
Liu Yun flashed away and appeared high above the mountain range.
Below, a woman in a light cyan long dress wielded a sword against four or five sinister-looking men dressed in matching attire.
Outnumbered, the woman was at a disadvantage.
After a while, she was sent flying by an attack. Upon landing, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
The men approached with wicked grins, surrounding her.
"Hand over the Soul Jade, or else..."
"You... can forget it!" The woman supported herself with her sword, gritting her teeth.
"Then... don't blame us... heh heh heh..."
Rubbing their hands together, they crept toward her with lecherous looks. The woman kept backing away.
Just as they were about to pounce on her, an attack whooshed down upon one of the disciples.
The disciple failed to dodge and fell to the ground with a muffled cry.
Turning around, they saw a young man with pale violet flames dancing in his palm striding toward them with an arrogance that defied the gods.
"You're courting death!"
Whoosh,