When to Strike

"Burial ground..."

Ye Xun's expression shifted repeatedly as he muttered in self-mockery, "Back then, that jailer couldn't kill me here. Yet now, those disciples and descendants are threatening to kill me here..."

His gaze was unfocused, his emotions clearly somewhat out of control.

His words made the man in Daoist robes and the others frown.

The Old Man in crimson robes looked disgusted. "Could this old thing be some kind of lunatic?"

"Elder Gu, get rid of them quickly! Otherwise, if they affect the refining of the Founding Ancestor's Remains, everything we have done before this will go to waste!"

Someone shouted.

The man in Daoist robes nodded.

His cold eyes flashed like lightning. His tall figure suddenly radiated the overwhelming might of the Spirit Appearance Realm, making the nearby air rumble and tremble without end.

"I'll count to three."

The man in Daoist robes looked indifferent. "After three counts, those who do not leave will die."

In that instant, the atmosphere became incomparably oppressive.

Xuan Zhi's pretty face changed drastically as she warned, "Young Master Su, you must leave quickly!"

Ye Xun paid no heed. He stood there dazed, as though completely unaware of everything happening before him.

Su Yi's expression remained calm. "Among the people I hate most in this world, those who betray their masters and destroy their ancestors count as one."

His words were casual, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

The man in Daoist robes was expressionless as he softly uttered one word, "One!"

His voice shook the void, killing intent filling the land.

Su Yi wasted no more words.

He stepped forward.

His azure robes fluttered as the aura around him began to circulate silently.

The man in Daoist robes frowned slightly, seemingly not expecting Su Yi to dare throw all caution to the wind