"How much longer do you intend to follow Shen?"
In a deserted place, Shen Yi removed his hood and turned to look toward the distant mist.
Yet all was silent there, without the slightest sound.
"What a nuisance."
Shen Yi rubbed his hair and struck out with his palm. Spiritual power surged forth, blasting toward the mist.
Boom—
The spiritual power exploded with a thunderous crash in midair, finally forcing three figures into view.
"Hmph. I never expected the three of us to hide so well, only to be discovered by you."
Shen Yi sneered as he carefully examined the three middle-aged people before him: a Soul Tribe man, a Feather Clan woman, and a pale-faced man.
"Cut the nonsense. Either get lost or leave your names. My halberd does not slay nameless men!"
Facing three early Golden Core cultivators, he felt no fear whatsoever. When it came to enemies like these, he did not mind shedding blood.
"Fine. We'll let you die knowing the truth today. We are Gu Heng, Yu Shan, and Bai Ge, whose fierce reputations shake the Western Sea."
"So even the Blood Tribe has gotten involved."
Shen Yi smiled disdainfully. In his eyes, some people were alive, yet already dead. Clearly, these three were that sort.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The sound of air splitting rang out. The three of them actually sought to seize the initiative, moving with remarkable speed. In the blink of an eye, they scattered and surrounded Shen Yi. Their auras surged with the wind, turning the surroundings grim and sinister.
"All flash and no substance. Today, you are destined to become souls beneath my halberd!"
At that moment, Shen Yi's disheveled hair flew wildly, his cold eyes flashed like lightning, and he exuded the bearing of a supreme expert looking down