Xu Yi had already realized that this scene before him was unavoidable.
So, while purchasing spirit essence and treasure boxes, he had repeatedly sent voice transmissions to the blue-robed cultivators and Jia Tuanfeng to ask about Zhong Ruyi's identity.
He hadn't expected Zhong Ruyi to be Shi Erli's fellow disciple, and a Middle Executive Elder, no less.
"Looks like we're acquaintances, too. Take off your cloak and let me see who you are. If we really know each other, hand over that Nine-Hole Great Ring Saber and apologize, and I'll let you go."
As soon as Zhong Ruyi finished speaking, a streak of white light roared through the sky, sending arrow-like waves of air blasting in every direction. In the blink of an eye, it was right before them.
"Old Peng, are you fucking crazy?!"
Zhong Ruyi and the other three scrambled aside, cursing furiously.
The moment the white light flashed, Zhong Ruyi recognized that Peng Jun, the organization's Thunder Fire, had arrived. That white light was the unmistakable mark of Peng Jun's Green Spirit magic treasure, the Golden Striker.
The Golden Striker was no ordinary Green Spirit magic treasure. Once it struck, the cloaked man before them would likely be done for.
That was the last thing Zhong Ruyi wanted. He was only robbing the man, after all—and robbing him under the cover of righteousness, at that. He still had to consider the people standing behind Xu Yi.
They were all in Biyou Academy. There was no reason to go around wiping people out.
That damned Old Peng was forcing him into a huge mess.
As the thought flashed through Zhong Ruyi's mind, the white light that had already reached Xu Yi's side suddenly vanished. The shock was beyond anything he could describe.
Zhong Ruyi and the other three