A Ninth-Rank Dao Venerable, Yet Not Worthy of Seeing My Threshold

"Understood, Young Master. Today, not a single living creature within a radius of five hundred thousand kilometers will survive," the Black-robed figure said.

As his voice fell, waves of black mist billowed from the Black-robed figure, shrouding the area within a radius of five hundred thousand kilometers in an instant. The sky, which had been clear moments before, darkened as black clouds pressed down over the city.

Liu Chengyang looked up at the sudden turn of events, and his brows twitched involuntarily.

"Senior Brother, I have a bad feeling," Sun Jingyuan said to Liu Chengyang.

Just then, the male disciple whom Liu Chengyang had sent back to the Xiao Sword Sect to fetch an elder returned with an ugly expression.

"Lu Jipeng, why are you back? Didn't I tell you to return to the sect and ask an elder to come here?" Liu Chengyang asked with a frown when he saw the male disciple return.

Lu Jipeng replied bitterly, "Senior Brother, it's not that I didn't go back. I discovered that halfway there, the area within a radius of five hundred thousand kilometers was suddenly shrouded in black fog. I couldn't get out of it, so I had no choice but to return."

"Black fog?" Liu Chengyang's expression tightened. "Could it be that some mighty expert has made a move and is planning to attack this place?"

"No way, right?" Sun Jingyuan said blankly. "I really can't think of anything in this area worth a mighty expert making a move over."

Lu Jipeng nodded. "That's right. This entire area is populated by ordinary commoners at the bottom of the Dao Realm. How could they have provoked such a mighty expert?"

"Could it be that this mighty expert also sensed Cai Youwan's talent and wants to snatch him away?" Sun Jingyuan