Han Yu's Identity as a Hidden Agent Was in Doubt

Several figures appeared one after another in the skies above the Southern Border.

First, Su Xiaoxiao emerged from the heavenly chasm with the old Daoist and Hanyu. Not long after, Muzi Li appeared as well.

"Stay here and hold the fort!"

Muzi Li took out several jade slips and placed them in Su Xiaoxiao's hands. They had all been infused with his own condensed Dharma forms, in case Hun Bugui lost his mind and came to attack.

Though it was probably unlikely he'd come charging over the moment the battle ended.

After all, Yanluo Hall's cultivators had suffered plenty of casualties this time too. At the thought, Muzi Li couldn't help glancing at Hanyu.

That fellow had been the most brutal of all. He alone had killed more Yanluo Hall cultivators than all the Heavenly Dao Sect cultivators combined.

Muzi Li was quite confident in himself, but even he couldn't pull off such a one-sided slaughter against opponents of the same realm.

He was a real monster!

"I need to go back to the minor paradise for a while."

There were things he had to return for. The grand formation in the Central Continent had already begun, and Yanluo Hall had revealed part of its trump card. Its sacred relic also needed to be brought into the Central Continent, and then there was Hanyu...

These matters had been weighing on his mind. He had to go back and get to the bottom of them.

And, on top of that, the old Daoist was injured again. The intervals between his master's injuries had been getting ridiculously short lately. He'd barely recovered and come out, and now he had to be dragged back to lie down again.

Su Xiaoxiao's expression turned bitter. He said hoarsely, "Will that shameless bastard take this chance