They had barely left when Han Changming burrowed up from underground. His face was pale, his back drenched in blood, and a scorched smell wafted from his body. To lure the two Amethyst Flying Scorpions over, Han Changming had nearly died. This was the most dangerous ordeal he had faced since embarking on the path of immortality.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpions were more interested in the Myriad Poison Nectar than in him.
Han Changming swiftly collected the treasures on the ground and the belongings of the two Nascent Soul Cultivators. Han Linsheng and Han Chaoyang emerged from the forest.
Han Chaoyang's face was pale, his gaze shifting uncertainly.
He had no idea where they came from. To ensure the news did not leak, he feared he could only silence them permanently.
He was in poor condition, but killing three Golden Core cultivators would still not be a problem.
"What? Does Senior Han intend to silence us?"
Han Changming said with a half-smile. With a flick of his right hand, a gleaming azure bead appeared in his palm. Azure lightning arcs covered its surface, emanating a violent aura.
"Azure Thunder Pearl!"
Han Chaoyang frowned. In his current state, he truly could not withstand an Azure Thunder Pearl.
"May I ask how to address you, young friend? Why did you come to our aid?"
Han Chaoyang asked politely. If he did not ascertain their origins, he would fight to the death to kill them. This concerned the lives of thousands in the Han Clan of Golden Flood Dragon Island; he would not show mercy.
"A name is merely a designation. We have a grudge against the cultivators of the Myriad Dharma Sect. Whether you believe it is up to you, Senior Han. If there is nothing else, I'll be leaving. I took