Baosha the Rogue's soul abruptly froze, and the smile on his face instantly stiffened.
"When?"
He discovered in terror that he had not sensed even the slightest trace of the other party's aura.
By the time he sensed it, the other party had already appeared before him in such an open, brazen manner.
A pale-blue escape light came stepping across the light from the distant horizon. Within the escape light, the figure's broad robes billowed, yet his face was incomparably young, his graceful bearing making him seem all the more beyond the dust of the mortal world.
Rumble—
The soul-shaking force in the sky, like thunderous punishment from the heavens, had not yet been completely annihilated. The rippling aftershocks turned into a terrifying impact, shaking the layers of yellow sand around him.
Buzz—
In Baosha the Rogue's hand, the Sand-Yellow Treasure Pagoda blazed greatly with treasure light. Ripples of spiritual light rose upward from the pagoda's base. An endless stream of yellow sand kept gushing out from within the pagoda.
The sand and stone that had originally been on the verge of collapse, shattered and fragmented, were replenished at this moment, barely holding the situation together.
"Who are you?"
Baosha the Rogue's expression was cold, the smile on his face completely gone.
If not for the other party's unfathomable aura, which made it highly likely he was a Great Cultivator of the same realm, he would already have attacked the moment that "wild cultivator" left his mouth just now.
He stared coldly into the field, soul ripples shrouding the four directions, yet he saw Azure Cang Prince's expression, as if the man had seen a ghost.
At this moment, his thoughts twisted and turned, their meaning unclear.
"Not a backup plan left by the Prince?"
"Chen... Chen Ping'an?"
Azure Cang