"Black Hand"

In a small grove by the Yanshui River.

The scar-covered River-Crossing Dragon knelt on the ground.

Cheng Mo and the other three faced off against the group before them, their expressions grave.

The young master in luxurious golden-threaded brocade wore an arrogant look as he sneered. Six or seven young cultivators stood beside him, all with unfriendly expressions.

This young master in gold, along with the young cultivators at his side, were all Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivators.

Mo Hua crouched invisibly in a tree. After some thought, he decided not to reveal himself rashly.

Cheng Mo had been ambushed by this young master in gold. Though he had blocked the sword light, his blood and qi were still churning, and he could not help but snap, "Who are you people?"

The young master in gold said disdainfully, "You are not worthy of knowing."

"Leave."

Cheng Mo could not stand his overbearing attitude. Just as he was about to curse again, his Void Token suddenly trembled. He took it out and saw a single word on it:

He had wondered why that Sword Qi felt so familiar. It turned out to be the Gold-Breaking Imperial Sword Art, the sect-defending sword art of Duanjin Gate, which he had obtained from Jiang Laoda.

"So what if you are from Duanjin Gate? We are carrying out a bounty issued by the Dao Court Office and acting under our sect's orders. Do you mean to openly snatch it from us?"

The young master in gold, whom they called Young Master Jin, nodded and looked down at them. "How about this? I am not a narrow-minded man..."

Having had his identity exposed, the young master in gold became even more arrogant.

"Young Master Jin, killing them would only dirty your hands. We can do it