Lu Xiaotian's heart jolted. That was right—this Dark Nightmare Ghost King had actually singled him out from the crowd at a glance. He could not stay any longer.
"Brother Yu, Zixia, this Dark Nightmare Ghost King is no trivial matter. He has come for me. Take care of yourselves." Lu Xiaotian stamped his foot and shot backward.
Two young men nearby stepped forward to block Lu Xiaotian's path. His face turned cold. Before they could even bring out their magical artifacts, he slashed through the air with a blade, cleaving the two brats, both merely Golden Core Early Stage, in half with a single strike. His ferocious style immediately cowed many people. Coupled with his astonishing speed, while the others were still stunned by the battle between the green-robed elder and the dark cloud, Lu Xiaotian had already slipped through the gaps in the crowd like a loach.
"Heh heh, brat, do you think that after this king tracked you here from hundreds of thousands of miles away, you can still escape?" Unrestrained laughter rang out from within the dark cloud.
The green-robed elder was filled with irritation. This ghost clan member actually dared to disregard him so completely. Utterly outrageous! Just as he was about to employ his methods, a black whip, half-real and half-illusory, lashed out from the dark cloud. The green-robed elder slapped the back of his head, and a foot-long flying sword gleaming with jade light swept through the air wrapped in a green radiance.
But with a crack, the black whip struck directly against the jade flying sword's blade.
As the flying sword was knocked aside, the green-robed elder's body trembled and his face went deathly pale. He cried out in horror, "G-Ghost King Late Stage!"
"Only realizing it now? Too late." The dark cloud