Lin Chuan stopped in his tracks. His Mangekyō Sharingan turned cold as he looked behind him. In the darkness, a figure entirely shrouded in a pale blue robe was rapidly pursuing him, and the cultivation fluctuations emanating from its body were actually at the early stage of Deity Transformation.
Perhaps any other cultivator at the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, upon seeing a Deity Transformation cultivator chasing after them, would cry out in terror, call them Senior, then leave respectfully without daring to resist in the slightest.
Unfortunately, the one standing here was Lin Chuan.
"Otherwise, what?" A trace of coldness entered Lin Chuan's voice. He was usually merely indifferent when he spoke. If others treated him with respect, he would not act overbearing toward them. But he had no reason to show a pleasant face to this uninvited guest.
"Otherwise, you'll die a very ugly death!" the pale-blue-robed man said softly as he rapidly closed in, arriving within a thousand meters of Lin Chuan in the blink of an eye.
"You're the first person who has dared speak to me like that!" Sage Chakra began circulating through Lin Chuan's body. He no longer intended to let this man leave.
"Others may fear you, but I don't. Azure Dragon Divine Envoy, let me advise you one last time: leave before I lose my temper. This is not something you're qualified to meddle in!" the newcomer said with a light laugh, his tone full of contempt for Lin Chuan.
"Now that you've put it that way, I really want to kill you!" Lin Chuan suddenly extended his right hand. A great amount of yellow sand swept through the air, rushing toward the blue-robed cultivator to seize him.
"You overconfident native!" The blue-robed cultivator's voice turned cold as well. Facing