Li Yun looked coldly down at Xu Jinfeng, who lay sprawled on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy. The icy pressure radiating from him had not eased in the slightest. The lingering force of his blade strikes that had slain two Middle Sages still held the entire field in awe.
The surviving escorts gathered around, their eyes full of hatred as they stared at Xu Jinfeng. Curses rose one after another. If Li Yun had not been there, they would already have swarmed the traitor who had betrayed the team and gotten their comrades killed, and torn him limb from limb.
The curses left Xu Jinfeng ashen-faced, but he could only press himself to the ground, not daring to argue. All he could think about was staying alive.
Li Yun raised an eyebrow. Xu Jinfeng's confession had piqued his interest in the so-called Heavenly Saint Remnant Stele.
Anything the Qing'an Escort Agency had schemed so painstakingly to seize was unlikely to be ordinary.
At that thought, he raised a hand to silence the angry crowd. "Where's the Heavenly Saint Remnant Stele? Hand it over!"
"Yes, yes! I'll get it right now! Right now!"
Xu Jinfeng felt as though he had been granted a pardon. Not daring to delay, he endured the searing pain in his legs and raised a trembling hand. He opened the Storage Ring he carried by binding it with a drop of blood, then took out a palm-sized black fragment of a stele covered in mottled patterns.
The fragment looked ancient and unremarkable, yet a faint halo of Saint Power lingered across its surface. It felt slightly cool to the touch, and an obscure Martial Dao aura seemed to drift from it, carrying an ancient, mysterious resonance.
Li Yun took the Heavenly Saint Remnant Stele and