No Need for Invitation

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth, about to attempt a stealthy departure. It was true that moving would expose his aura, but waiting any longer meant certain death. He had no choice but to gamble, betting that Song Hengjiang, lost in his reminiscence, would overlook him.

But at that very moment, the rambling voice in the inner cavern suddenly ceased.

Immediately, an incredibly terrifying aura erupted.

The decrepit old man in the inner cavern had instantly transformed into a formidable powerhouse.

Jiang Wang's heart leaped violently, and he almost instinctively turned to flee, but his reason held firm, locking his limbs in place and keeping him perfectly still.

A powerhouse like the Qing River Water Lord would not need to strike such a pose if he intended to deal with him.

And indeed, he had made the correct choice.

That aura flashed and vanished; Song Hengjiang had already disappeared from the cavern.

As he neared the Qichang Mountain Range, Du Ruhui's figure came to an abrupt halt.

That wisp of aura had been faint and intermittent, so he had only been chasing a general direction. However, it had been a long time since he last sensed it, ever since the previous trace vanished.

The Heavenly Breath Art had lost its response.

Yet, the fact that the killer had existed and was capable of change proved that they had not escaped too far.

Du Ruhui took a step, arriving at the border between the Zhuang Kingdom and the Cheng State, sensing the area in silence. Before the Cheng State's border general could steel himself to fly up and approach, Du Ruhui turned his footsteps and arrived at the border between the Zhuang Kingdom and the Mo State... and then, the City of No Redemption.

A powerhouse of his caliber traversing