"Where did this pair of wild mandarin ducks come from, sneaking off here to flirt and bicker? This Daoist master is all alone. Seeing you two makes my heart ache. I won't make things hard for you—just lend this Daoist master some spirit stones to spend, so I can soothe my wounded heart..."
The man had yet to reveal himself.
His sinister voice had already drifted out from the depths of the dense mist.
Immediately after, blood-red mana carrying a faint stench swept out through the thick white fog like a wave blotting out the sky and earth.
Its momentum looked terrifying.
Yet at this moment—
A smile had already appeared on Liu Dongqing's face.
He had only just entered mid-stage Qi Refining, and he was already out robbing people? Had the lives of independent cultivators become this miserable?
Unlike the smile on Liu Dongqing's face, Meinu's expression grew increasingly furious as scarlet sword Qi gathered between her brows.
It was as though interrupting her relaxation in that warmth was an unforgivable crime.
"Die—"
Her cold, vicious cry was like the thunderous roar of a tsunami as an iceberg split apart in the depths of the ocean.
The next moment.
Within that utterly frigid resonance, nine equally blazing streaks of sword light shot into the sky without distinction of order, appearing between heaven and earth. Their brilliance even surpassed the faint fish-belly white on the distant horizon.
On the other side.
Although Liu Dongqing had acted a breath slower than Meinu, the instant he raised the hand seal, the flock of flying birds filling the sky moved later yet arrived first, plunging into the dense fog a moment before Meinu's sword light.
In the past, the condensation of sixteen Fire Crow Dao Sigils had allowed Liu Dongqing to break through