Without needing to think further, he did not dare hesitate again. Escape was paramount. He swiftly flashed away and plunged into the river.
Yuan Cong, arriving a moment later, nearly followed close on his heels into the river. A muffled bang came from beneath the water, and spray surged up mixed with blood.
A splash sounded from behind. Wei Duo and Jia Wuqun quickly turned around to see Yuan Cong already emerging from the water.
Yuan Cong stepped onto the little boat, his cold gaze sweeping the surroundings like an eagle surveying and a wolf watching, clearly alert for any survivors.
Wei Duo and Jia Wuqun stared at him. They both knew his cultivation was high, but seeing him slaughter so many people in the blink of an eye still chilled them.
Wei Duo had also witnessed Yuan Cong withstand the Heaven Sword Talisman head-on. Back when the other man had killed people from Misty Pavilion, he had not been certain, but now his suspicions were confirmed. He truly was a Nascent Soul Realm expert!
He had even silenced his own companions to conceal something. What was he hiding? Even Jia Wuqun saw it now. No wonder Southern Prefecture had said that, with this man around, his safety would be assured. So he was a Nascent Soul Realm expert. No wonder Southern Prefecture dared oppose the Nine Saints. Even the man sent to protect him was a Nascent Soul Realm expert—Southern Prefecture's strength was plain to imagine.
After vigilantly observing the surroundings for a while, Yuan Cong crouched and waved a hand, drawing over a water dragon that washed the disguise from the fake fisherman's face.
Once the fake fisherman revealed his true face, Jia Wuqun's eyes flickered slightly. He was somewhat surprised and clearly recognized him.
Yuan Cong asked,