The man in Confucian robes abruptly rose to his feet.
"Whatever happens later, neither of you must get involved. I'll draw this trouble somewhere else!"
His expression grave, the man in Confucian robes strode toward the hall's exit as his voice echoed.
Su Yi lay in the rattan chair, unmoved.
Seeing this, You Xue said nothing further.
Outside the hall.
Wind and rain lashed together, lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
The sleeves of the man in Confucian robes billowed as his aura suddenly turned sharp and powerful. The might belonging to the Emperor Realm shattered the torrential wind and rain overhead.
"Xing Yun Jia, you won't escape this time."
A leisurely voice rang out.
Around the temple, figures suddenly appeared one after another in the surrounding skies.
There were five in all.
Men and women alike, each emanating the fluctuations of Emperor Realm power.
Some had purple qi soaring into the heavens as they stood atop blood-red clouds.
Some gripped war spears, silver divine lightning coiling around their bodies.
Some carried greatbows on their backs, golden flames blazing in their eyes.
Some held treasure bottles in their palms, their forms appearing and vanishing within black mist.
And in the air beyond the temple gates stood an even more terrifying figure.
He was a youthful-looking man with a head of snow-white silver hair. Dressed in purple robes and wearing a feathered crown, he held a short blade wreathed in azure divine flames.
Five Emperor Realm experts appeared in the rain-drenched night, their auras forming a Net of Heaven and Earth that completely sealed this stretch of heaven and earth.
Their terrifying might directly shattered and scattered the rain clouds across the sky!
The torrential rain pouring over this land came to an abrupt halt.
Only a bone-piercing killing intent, mixed into