Compared to Niu Hu's reckless battle on the other side,
the atmosphere here felt rather strange.
The black-robed man didn't attack right away.
Instead, the eyes hidden beneath his hood watched with interest as the Young Disciple frantically maintained the sword formation.
"The Tai'e Lineage... Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven?"
His hoarse voice drifted out slowly.
Wang Ziyu cursed inwardly.
That idiot Niu Ben.
He'd told him to keep watch.
And yet two words from the enemy had sent him flying into a rage, charging forward to fight for his life without a care.
What good would charging in do?
Could he even beat the man?
With no one holding the enemy back now, the unfinished killing formation had become his biggest liability.
But not a trace of panic showed on his face. He merely said coolly, "Since you know who I am, then leave at once. If you lay a hand on me today, no matter where you hide, my master will find you and tear the flesh from your bones... And, just so you know, my master is Wu Shisan—the invincible Wu Shisan."
His words were half true, half false.
As one of the twenty-five orthodox sects, Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven certainly wouldn't ignore the death of one of its disciples.
Especially not a direct disciple.
But the prerequisite was...
That the news make it back to Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven.
Now that the other party knew his background, they would naturally make sure he couldn't send word back...
As if to confirm his suspicion,
the black-robed man chuckled softly and swept his sleeve. Vast swathes of mist instantly enveloped the surroundings.
"See? Doesn't that take care of it?"
Before his words had even faded,
the black-robed man's sleeve stirred again.
Billowing black qi poured from it and swelled in the wind.
In the blink