Lu Xueqi and Bi Yao

After chasing them for roughly several dozen li, Su Han finally caught up to the fleeing remnants of Black Demon Palace. Twenty or thirty black-clad cultivators were cutting sorry figures as they fled through the clouds and mist, their auras chaotic, all of them carrying wounds to some degree. They had clearly been injured in the earlier battle. The two cultivators at their head wore black robes, their faces sinister, dense Demonic Energy coiling around them. Their auras had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage; they were precisely those two peak Nascent Soul cultivators. As they fled, they warily watched the movements around them, glancing back from time to time, afraid Su Han would catch up.

"Stop. You can't escape anymore." Su Han's voice, like a cold winter wind, drifted out from the clouds and mist, instantly enveloping the entire group. When the black-clad cultivators heard his voice, their whole bodies stiffened in fright, and they halted their fleeing steps, their faces filled with terror and despair.

The two peak Nascent Soul cultivators slowly turned around and looked at Su Han as he walked out of the clouds and mist, their eyes full of wariness and resentment. One of them, a tall cultivator, gave a cold laugh and said, "Su Han, you actually chased us here! Looks like you're dead set on wiping us out to the last!"

"Black Demon Palace has committed countless evils, harmed the innocent, and slaughtered cultivators. You deserve to be wiped out to the last." Holding the Chaos Sword, Su Han walked toward them step by step, not a trace of pity in his eyes. "Today, not one of you will get away. All of you will pay the price for what you've done!"

"Hmph! Arrogant!" The other cultivator, a thin man, snorted