Luo Chen had indeed guessed correctly.
When he first attended the Zhenlong Black Market, its owner had specifically sent the Wang-surnamed cultivator guarding the entrance to offer him a piece of advice, hoping to win his favor.
Among other things, he had mentioned that North Street Three Lane, Seven Stars Slope, the Mass Burial Grounds, and the main road back to the Inner City were all places where Robber Cultivators were most likely to lie in ambush after the black market ended.
Luo Chen had taken part in Qiu Bai's attempted robbery and murder of the Sima Three Cultivators at North Street Three Lane.
Thus, he had instinctively chosen this place as an ambush point.
But that did not mean he had made no preparations at the other locations.
By the time Luo Chen and Wang Yuan arrived, three black-clothed, masked cultivators were already attacking a Black-Robed Cultivator.
Their cries mingled with the surging spiritual light, making for a particularly piercing racket.
"Black robe, childish disguised voice. That's right—it's him."
"My blood and qi senses are pointing to him too." Wang Yuan confirmed it once more.
Luo Chen watched the battle for a while, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Liu Qiang didn't join forces with Zhou Yuanli. His strength is inferior to the Qi Refining Ninth Layer. Even three Qi Refining Eighth Layer cultivators besieging him can't force out his trump card."
"Wang, I'll have to trouble you."
His hemp-cloth robe snapped in the night wind, while an iron staff appeared in that broad, thick hand.
Wang Yuan nodded at Luo Chen, gripped the staff, and suddenly charged out.
"This slope was opened by me, this tree was planted by me. If you wish to pass this way, leave behind the money that buys your life!"
A rough, disguised voice rang