"Senior, why are you trying to harm us?"
Chen Changming did not answer Elder Mo Gan's question. Instead, he deliberately put on a frightened expression and asked in a quavering voice, "trembling like chaff in a sieve."
At that moment, his divine sense also spread outward like a tide, searching the surroundings for any other villains from the Decaying Essence Hall.
Seeing how frightened this insignificant cultivator at the fifth layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm was, Mo Gan sneered dismissively. "Your Vermilion Bird Camp lieutenants killed Elder Mo Xie of our Decaying Essence Hall, so I'll kill a few Vermilion Bird Guards to avenge my brother!"
So the Decaying Essence Hall doesn't have a tracking technique...
Chen Changming felt reassured by those words.
He had been worried that this Decaying Essence Hall cultivator at the third layer of the Void Refinement Realm had tracked them down by some kind of aura on their bodies.
Now, it seemed that was not the case at all.
This man had not seen how Mo Xie died, so he had blamed his death on the Vermilion Bird Camp lieutenants.
But he could not defeat the Vermilion Bird Camp lieutenants alone, so he wanted to vent his anger by killing some Vermilion Bird Guards.
At that thought.
Chen Changming's expression changed, his earlier "panic" giving way to a stillness as deep as water.
The change also made Elder Mo Gan pause.
How had this insignificant cultivator at the fourth layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm suddenly undergone such a drastic change in bearing?
Could a Vermilion Bird Camp lieutenant have arrived?
He swept the surroundings with his divine sense. Finding no sign of anyone, he relaxed.
Even if two or three Vermilion Bird Camp lieutenants came, he would not be afraid.
With his strength,