At last, thanks to her immense spiritual power, which rivaled that of a Core Formation Stage cultivator, and the wondrous Seven Stars Escape technique of her sect, Wuzhuang Temple, Mo Caihuan managed to catch up just before her target reached the southern city wall of Xujing and escaped.
"Stop!"
"Where do you think you're going?"
After a brief chase, Mo Caihuan leaped forward and successfully blocked the path of a hulking man on the quiet street. He was bare-chested, with horns on his head, a red face, tusks, and eyes gleaming with menace. A terrifying, ominous red aura of murderous energy radiated from his whole body.
"Hmm?"
"You..."
"Are you human or a demon?!"
Sword in hand and on her guard, Mo Caihuan couldn't help being startled by the man before her. Even his appearance alone made him seem far from normal.
She remembered that when she'd been attacked in the bamboo grove last time, the attacker hadn't been as strong as this one. Instead, he'd been a pointy-eared freak covered in horns.
"..."
Unfortunately, the man didn't answer her. He merely clenched his enormous fists and stared at her.
He seemed wary of her. He clearly wanted to attack, but didn't quite dare make the first move.
"You're with the Black Fiend Sect too, aren't you?" Mo Caihuan asked again, puzzled.
"But I don't understand!"
"Why would you attack Prince Xin's family? Aren't they your own people?"
To be honest, she'd been lying low in Prince Xin's residence simply to see who the heir—a Black Fiend Sect Protégé, without a doubt—would meet. She'd planned to follow that lead, track down the mastermind, and wipe out the Black Fiend Sect, all while doing what was right and earning herself a handsome number of sect contribution points.
But who could have