The Threat from the Upper Realm

Hanyu had held back after all. As Distracted Taoist charged at him, Hanyu gathered his imposing aura into a single force and sent it surging forward, blasting the Daoist away.

They were old acquaintances who had crossed paths before, and Distracted Taoist was close to Su Xiaoxiao.

Even if Hanyu let him live, it wouldn't affect what he had to do next.

No one dared stand in Hanyu's way anymore. At that moment, he seemed utterly unfamiliar to Liu Zongyuan.

So many cultivators of the Way had been swept aside before him like ants!

When Hanyu flew toward him, Liu Zongyuan broke into a cold sweat. He almost grabbed Wang Xingzhi and used Wang Xingzhi's ability to get lost to escape.

Hanyu still didn't attack. If he could spare Distracted Taoist, he was even less likely to kill these few.

Liu Zongyuan watched Hanyu's retreating figure fly toward the summit, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

He couldn't even figure out how Hanyu had suddenly become their enemy.

Even less could he understand when Hanyu had become this powerful.

Once, Hanyu had looked at him as if gazing at the moon from the bottom of a well.

Now, he looked at Hanyu as a mayfly gazed up at the blue sky.

"Don't meddle. Don't ask. Play dead."

Wang Xingzhi's face was pale as he spoke, brief and to the point.

He understood now: whether Hanyu was friend or foe, he was absolutely someone they couldn't afford to provoke.

"Looks like he went toward the Dao Hall."

Liu Zongyuan spoke, his face stricken with fear.

Wang Xingzhi's expression darkened. He held his breath for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"Let him go, just let him go..."

Whatever Hanyu intended to do, they couldn't