"I am Du Qing of the Immortal Sect. I have come to capture an evil fugitive and mean no offense. Might I ask which fellow cultivator is cultivating here?" Du Qing's expression changed as he cupped his fists.
He could sense the terror of that aura. It was not the slightest bit weaker than any one of theirs—perhaps even stronger. At a time like this, he had no desire to engage someone else in a great battle.
"Immortal Sect..." A cold voice slowly drifted out from the cave, carrying a thread of killing intent.
"What a fine Immortal Sect. Hmph..." With that cold snort, the killing intent grew ever denser. Yet no one dared investigate the cave entrance. The Qi Refining Realm disciples' legs had already gone weak, while the three Foundation Establishment Early Stage sword cultivators had turned slightly pale.
Du Qing's face sank, helplessness rising within him. If he had been alone, or if only he and Wang Hui had been here, they could simply have turned and left. But with so many Qi Refining disciples present, he could not abandon them. Moreover, if he turned tail and left now, he would lose face before these disciples.
"Fellow cultivator, we were merely passing through this place and did not know you were cultivating here in seclusion. We truly mean no offense; we are only here to capture a piece of trash," Du Qing said again in a low voice. He did his best to soften his tone, but when he thought of how this had all begun because of Chen Fan, his resentment toward Chen Fan deepened by several degrees.
"Trash? I'd like to see who the real trash is." As the cold voice fell, a whistling sound tore through the air from the bottom of the volcano,