"Duan Long, have you gone mad? They're already in the Dog Slaying Squad's bag—how dare you make a move?!"
The other two Demonic Cultivators panicked at the sight.
"Y-You... who are you?!" The burly man's face turned pale, then green, clearly recognizing the newcomer.
"Who I am is not important." The man spoke blandly, his voice icy enough to pierce the bone. "What matters is that you cannot touch these two. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Th-This..." The three exchanged glances, their eyes filled with terror.
"Fellow Daoist, I truly meant no offense." Cold sweat beaded on the burly man's forehead as he repeatedly cupped his hands in salute. "Please, for the Dog Slaying Squad's sake, show mercy!"
A glint flashed through Qin Shaofeng's eyes as he stared at the newcomer and asked in a low voice, "Senior, who are you? Why did you help us?"
The man in blue stood with his hands behind his back and gave Qin Shaofeng an unfathomable look. "Little friend, there is no need to ask. Leave this place as soon as possible. From now on, I fear there will be many entanglements between us."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure abruptly vanished, as though he had never appeared at all.
"Go, quickly!" The burly man's face was deathly pale as he urged his companions again and again.
The three fled in panic, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.
Qing Daoxun looked utterly bewildered. "Senior Brother, what exactly was that? Who were those people? And who was that man in blue?"
Qin Shaofeng fell silent in thought, his brows tightly furrowed.
That aura from earlier had clearly felt somewhat familiar. Yet for the moment, he could not recall where he had sensed it before.
"Forget it. We