Roar

"Feng Xiupu of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect. May I ask how I should address you?" Feng Xiupu stepped forward and cupped his hands.

Having announced his sect, although the Yuan Chen Sword Sect was not as renowned as the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, it was still a towering name in the surrounding region. The sect had late-stage Aperture Refining Realm experts and even possessed a high-grade Spirit Artifact to suppress its sect's fortune.

Ordinary Rogue Cultivators would generally give the Yuan Chen Sword Sect some face when they encountered it, unless it was a life-and-death grudge. After all, if they offended a sect too severely, they might draw out the sect's experts.

"What, do you intend to use your sect to pressure this old man?"

Qiu Yuanzeng burst into loud laughter upon hearing Feng Xiupu's words. "The Yuan Chen Sword Sect is strong, but after killing you all, this old man can flee a thousand miles away. I would like to see how the Yuan Chen Sword Sect plans to hunt me down!"

By the end of his words, Qiu Yuanzeng's expression had become savage. His violent aura blanketed all directions, enclosing everyone within it.

The moment Geng Yunfei's gaze met Qiu Yuanzeng's, his heart trembled. He instinctively moved to stand beside his mother. He had already witnessed this man's terror on the road earlier.

In Geng Yunfei's eyes, his father had always been capable of anything, yet he had failed to last even a single move against Qiu Yuanzeng before suffering grave injuries. Had they not relied on a Formation Disk Spirit Artifact to trap him in the end, whether they could have made it here at all would still have been uncertain.

Geng Yanlin's wife was pale. At this moment, she no longer knew what to do.