Zhang Qingyuan turned and departed, his figure becoming an escape light that descended into the Moon Liên Islands.
At the same time,
His mighty spiritual sense spread out, enveloping the entire Moon Liên Islands and inspecting the situation within.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Qingyuan's spiritual sense was far more powerful than that of an ordinary cultivator of the same level.
His meticulous daily training and use of it also allowed him to perceive every sensation that reached him with greater clarity.
Thus, even as it covered the entire island within a hundred-li radius,
he could still sense what was happening in certain corners.
Within the range of his spiritual sense,
several voices drifted over from a corner.
"Quick, there's a melee outside—this is the best time for us to make our move!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Put that thing into the Storage Bag!"
"That's a Spirit Field! So much precious spiritual medicine with ample age on it! Come pull it up!"
The moment he landed,
feeling the perceptions transmitted through his spiritual sense,
Zhang Qingyuan suddenly frowned.
Within the perception of his spiritual sense, some people seemed to be sneaking about and roaming everywhere. It looked like they intended to fish in troubled waters amid this chaos!
"Seeking death!"
A cold gleam flashed through Zhang Qingyuan's eyes as he snorted.
In an instant,
along with that cold snort, his mighty spiritual sense crossed more than ten li, instantly condensing into something like a heavy hammer that crashed fiercely into that area!
The invisible force struck out.
The several figures who had taken advantage of the chaos to lurk in dark corners felt as though an iron hammer had fallen upon them. Their heads throbbed with agony; with a muffled groan, they immediately fainted.
Perceiving the little mice causing trouble amid the chaos fall