Sea King Clan

Zhang Tie's expression changed as well. He immediately put away the jade slip, closed his eyes, and swiftly spread out his divine sense, carefully sensing the auras within several miles.

More than ten breaths later, Zhang Tie opened his eyes, a trace of helplessness appearing in them.

The next moment, Zhang Tie reached out, and a fallen leaf flew into his hand. Then he said, "Seek," and tossed the leaf upward.

Immediately afterward, the leaf drifted toward a certain direction on the wind.

By then, Zhang Tie had already closed his eyes again, sending his divine sense racing in the direction the leaf had drifted.

Ten thousand miles, twenty thousand miles, fifty thousand miles, one hundred thousand miles, one hundred thirty thousand miles!

Zhang Tie's eyes snapped open, and his figure vanished.

"Hand over the person, and I can leave your corpse intact!" Zhang Tie's voice boomed through the empty valley like rolling thunder as he landed steadily atop a mountain peak.

In the distant sky, a streak of azure-purple light tore across the heavens like a meteor. It abruptly stopped over a hundred zhang away from him, and the shockwave it raised shattered the surrounding clouds.

As the escape light dispersed, it revealed a tall, thin figure.

The man stood over a zhang tall. His indigo curls whipped wildly in the mountain wind like burning flames, while a pair of tiny, mung-bean-like eyes glinted viciously from the shadows.

His skin was pale as paper. Dark-purple curse patterns writhed like living creatures across his exposed arms and neck, each line radiating an eerie aura.

"The road is wide enough for everyone to go their own way. I advise you not to meddle in other people's affairs." The tall, thin man's voice rasped like iron sand grinding together. A contemptuous sneer