Sure enough, Xu Yi had only been lying low for half an incense stick when that elusive sensation returned. The group led by the Yun Family's Thirteenth Clan Elder had run into him.
Unexpectedly, the Thirteenth Clan Elder of the Yun Family, already growing impatient after searching the mountains for half an hour, let out a complaint.
The moment Xu Yi caught that familiar voice, the fury in his heart could no longer be suppressed. It surged skyward.
If Yun Zhongge's part in the feud accounted for three-tenths of Xu Yi's hatred toward the Yun Family, then the Thirteenth Clan Elder accounted for a full six-tenths.
His Qi Sea had been destroyed, his cultivation cut short. For a time, Xu Yi had been immersed in overwhelming helplessness and despair, unable to pull himself free.
That unbearable feeling, one he never wanted to experience again in his life, was all thanks to the Thirteenth Clan Elder of the Yun Family.
He made up his mind: since the Thirteenth Clan Elder of the Yun Family had come, he wasn't leaving!
What followed was almost inevitable. Xu Yi revealed himself to lure the enemy, then hurried into the mountainside and entered a cave. Using the Hidden Spirit Pearl to shield himself, he concealed his tracks.
When Yun Shi San and the others came after him, they all gathered outside the cave. Xu Yi struck without warning and wiped them out in one fell swoop, securing victory.
As for what came afterward—the use of the Soul-Summoning Banner, the capture of their souls, and so on—there was little worth mentioning.
Only three matters deserved mention.
The first was how Xu Yi had learned the secret of the Ingot Robe and managed to strike its weak points with pinpoint accuracy every time. Needless to say, he