Pfft!
Blood sprayed.
In midair, an arm flew high, only to be shredded by the residual sword qi all around it and turned into a skyful of bloody mist in the blink of an eye.
Ignoring the pain of his severed arm, the Yellow-Faced Cultivator retreated at high speed.
His face twisted, his eyes flashing with both terror and venomous hatred.
At the same time, he hardened his heart.
After today, I will definitely make public everything you obtained here.
Even if I cannot do anything to you, I will make sure you do not have it easy!
Buzz!
Yet at that very moment, the Yellow-Faced Cultivator suddenly felt a wrenching pain in his sea of consciousness.
In an instant, stars swam before his eyes. Even the spiritual power around his body became difficult to maintain.
H-how could this happen?
The Yellow-Faced Cultivator was both terrified and bewildered.
Could it be that person has some kind of Spiritual Sense...
Screech!
Before he could think any further, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck.
The world spun around him.
A headless corpse could be seen plummeting rapidly from midair.
Ji Haoyuan calmly collected the Storage Pouches of the Yellow-Faced Cultivator and the Horse-Faced Cultivator.
He glanced toward the direction in which the two people who had decisively fled when he killed the Horse-Faced Cultivator had vanished. His eyes narrowed slightly before his gaze shifted to the remaining people in the area.
Clearly, it was not that these people did not want to flee—they simply could not.
All of them had been tightly entangled by Liu Hongyu, Feng Wanqing, and Qiu Zheyuan.
They had evidently noticed Ji Haoyuan looking their way. One after another, their faces filled with terror.
Among them, a female cultivator with wheat-colored skin and an exceptionally voluptuous