He really was getting more timid with age. A Golden Core Elder had been scared witless by the mere manifestation of a magic treasure in the hands of a mere Foundation Establishment junior. What a disgrace to the sect. Once he returned with Chen Ye's head, he would see how Zhao Gan could possibly keep his position as an elder.
Ahead, the barren outline of the Black Stone Mine's mountains appeared and disappeared in the thin clouds.
Liu Qingfeng swept the area with his Spiritual Sense and furrowed his brow slightly.
It was too quiet.
The entire mining area was dead silent. There were no screams, no lingering waves of Spiritual Power from a fight, not even the whine of wind passing through the mine shafts. It was as if the entire space had been drained into a vacuum.
"Did he run?"
His heart tightened, and he sped up again. If that kid escaped with a supreme treasure, finding him would be like searching for a needle in the ocean.
His sword light drew in, and he landed steadily at the mine entrance.
An indescribably cold aura swept over him, causing even the Spiritual Power of this Golden Core True Person to momentarily stagnate.
At the entrance, the bodies of two disciples on guard leaned against the stone wall, their eyes wide and their faces frozen in utter terror. Their bodies had shriveled like dried orange peels, and a thin layer of ashen frost covered their skin.
Liu Qingfeng stepped forward and lightly touched one with his fingertip.
"Crack."
The disciple's arm snapped like rotten wood, fell to the ground, and crumbled into dust.
"What an overbearing way to drain someone!" Liu Qingfeng was not afraid. The fervor in his eyes only grew stronger.
This was undoubtedly a supreme treasure