The Vice Abbot turned into a streak of black light and sped through the Starry Sky.
He moved at an astonishing speed, countless times faster than those Grand Elders of the Integration Realm.
Wherever he passed, space trembled faintly, leaving behind a pale black trace like a black ribbon slowly fading away amid the stars.
He had not actually wanted to take action personally.
For all these years, he had endured in the Black and White Monastery, keeping a low profile and never easily revealing his strength.
He had deliberately suppressed his aura, making himself appear to be nothing more than an ordinary Integration Realm cultivator.
Even in the intelligence gathered by the righteous factions, his description was merely: "Vice Abbot of the Black and White Monastery, cultivation unknown, suspected to be in the middle or late Integration Realm."
That was exactly the effect he wanted.
He did not want to expose his strength at such a critical juncture.
That would only draw the attention of the righteous factions and make them more vigilant.
Though those righteous factions were nothing much on their own, if they joined forces, they would still be a force to reckon with.
At this crucial point in the plan, he did not want any unforeseen complications.
But under the current circumstances, apart from him, there seemed to be no one in the monastery capable of stopping that sinister rat that was continuously destroying Branch Altars everywhere.
Even the two elders sent to gather information had fallen. Clearly, the opponent was no longer someone ordinary Integration Realm cultivators could handle.
Those two elders were not particularly powerful, but they were Integration Realm cultivators nonetheless.
To kill them silently, the opponent had to be at least at the middle or late Integration Realm.
Yet those useless fools