Grandmaster Xu Xiaoshou, Innate Xu Deyi-We May Share the Surname Xu, but We Have Nothing to Do with Each Other!

"Pursue!"

Descending from the void.

Rao Yaoyao immediately issued orders to the scattered Red Robes and White Robes.

All positions had been assigned.

What came next depended on them.

To the people of the Royal City, the great calamity had already ended.

But with Rao Yaoyao, a Red Robes ruler, leading the operation, and the chief seats of all six divisions nearly deploying in full—if tonight's operation amounted to no more than capturing a single Ghost Beast...

How would she, Rao Yaoyao, have the face to return and face the many higher-ups of the Holy Spirit Hall?

"Yes!"

Almost at the same moment, upon receiving the orders through the combat channel, the Red Robes and White Robes moved in orderly groups, pouncing off in every direction.

The last small group, led by Shouye, instead gathered toward the Southern District trading fair.

The judgment was not over yet!...

Elsewhere.

Inside a dark alley.

When the battle ended, Mei Suren, as an outsider, had entered the scene only to find nothing for himself to do. Just as he was about to leave—

"Tap."

A small stone suddenly fell from an unknown spot in the void.

By sheer coincidence, the pebble landed directly before the foot Mei Suren had raised.

Mei Suren immediately halted, contemplation appearing in his eyes.

"Who is it?"

He asked softly.

Mei Suren had not taken part in this battle, so he still had no stance to speak of.

And as one of the Seven Sword Immortals, Rao Yaoyao naturally could not judge him under some nameless charge. Thus, in this vast world, Mei Suren still had no opponent for the time being.

Naturally.

The stone before him should not have been thrown by someone from the Holy Spirit Hall.

Either they would not come, or they would come