Either Way, You're Definitely Dead

Though Pei Yuanhua was already seventy, his cultivation was accomplished, so he looked only forty or fifty, his face ruddy with health.

By all rights, with Ye Ying dead and the Ye Clan boys nearly wiped out, Overlord Saber Manor should have fallen into ruin.

Yet to him now, that silent manor was like a sleeping beast, liable to spring up and bare its fangs at any moment.

The Ninth Elder's strength was not much different from his own, yet after merely investigating Overlord Saber Manor once, he had vanished like a clay ox entering the sea. How could Pei Yuanhua not be wary?

He could not understand how things had developed into this.

No one knew how Pang Wanhai had died. Although quite a few people had escaped from Overlord Saber Manor that day, no one had witnessed that battle firsthand.

But from all the intelligence gathered so far, there should have been an expert behind Ye Liu, and that expert's attainments in the Formation Dao were extremely profound.

At the very least, far greater than the Ninth Elder's.

After all, the Ninth Elder was also a Formation Cultivator. Some days ago, he had volunteered to investigate Overlord Saber Manor's true circumstances, only to disappear just like that.

"I refuse to believe you can hide in there forever!" Pei Yuanhua gritted his teeth as he stared toward Overlord Saber Manor.

Powerful Formation Cultivators were certainly intimidating, but Formation Cultivators themselves generally were not very strong. As long as they were not given room to show their abilities, they were nothing to fear.

Divine Will Sect had suffered grievous casualties this time, yet they had still failed to obtain the Overlord Saber Technique. Xiong Tieshan was raging furiously over there; if not for his need to recover from his injuries,