Scoundrel

A violent wind swept across the heavens.

Jueming pressed his lips tightly together, his expression dark to the extreme.

Compared to the leisurely ease he had displayed on his way here, not a trace of calm remained in his heart now.

The scene he had just witnessed kept flashing through his mind.

Ink Drop Realm killing Roaming Void Sea.

If word of this got out, cultivators throughout heaven and earth would find it absurd.

Yet it had truly happened right before his eyes.

He had to report back to the Arhat at once!

Whether it was Juechen's miserable death, or the Sumeru Sect's years of lying low—the Buddhist Son had now emerged from seclusion, and the grand plan they had plotted for so long was about to begin.

Great Marsh Township, a major land of incense offerings, had originally been a crucial link in that plan.

Yet now, not only had all its foundations been wiped out, but a strange young girl with heaven-reaching methods had appeared out of nowhere.

Such an unforeseen change could practically affect the Sumeru Sect's entire plan going forward!

How could he not be anxious over a matter that concerned the rise and fall of Sumeru?!

Jueming frantically drove the aura within his body, pushing his escape speed to its utmost limit.

As he pondered what he would say upon returning to the mountain, a flicker of astonishment suddenly crossed his eyes. He hurriedly looked back.

Far behind him, thick clouds were abruptly burned through by a blinding crimson blaze.

A colossal bird with flaming feathers was tearing through the air toward him at an utterly terrifying speed.

Upon that bird's broad back, a slender figure in white robes could vaguely be seen standing with her hands behind her back, gazing coldly ahead.

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