Xiao Jiasheng and the others were still unsure whether the departing Xian Clan and humans had any connection to the unfamiliar Ninth Order cultivator.
Now that they could not find that unfamiliar Ninth Order cultivator, the Xian Clan and humans who had abruptly left became their only lead. If they intercepted them, they might uncover a few strands of evidence.
The unfamiliar Ninth Order cultivator had not ambushed them in this territory. Could the deaths of Fu ZhouXun and the others have been an accident?
Had the Xian Clan and humans fled with their entire populations out of fear that the Liang Clan would hold them responsible?
All sorts of conjectures surfaced in the minds of Xiao Jiasheng and his three companions. The only possibility they never considered was that the Xian Clan or humans had caused the deaths of Fu ZhouXun and the others.
The Xian Clan was fairly strong, but that was all. They could not possibly have stopped Fu ZhouXun, who was armed with treasures from head to toe. As for the humans, their entire race had only one Eighth Order cultivator. That was even more impossible.
Tens of millions of miles away, a spirit boat raced through the air at its highest speed. The Xian Clan's Eighth Order cultivators aboard wore grave expressions, occasionally glancing at the black barrier ahead. Chen Fei had been regulating his breathing for a while, but they did not know how much longer he needed.
Suddenly, a shudder of terror arose in the hearts of every Xian Clan Creation Realm cultivator. The feeling that they would be annihilated in the very next moment sent violent tremors through their souls.
The Xian Clan's Eighth Order cultivators exchanged glances, fear shaking in their eyes. A Ninth Order expert had locked onto them, without