Bai Yu frowned slightly. The Nether Ghost Sect's Holy Son possessed Body Integration Realm seventh-level strength, while the two guards at his side had both reached the ninth level. Add to that eight disciples in the Body Integration Realm—such a lineup was more than sufficient, even if the Nether Ghost Sect had split up to act separately.
Yet they were not in very good shape. Was it because of that mangled corpse?
An Evil Calamity Clan member capable of wielding Sword Qi...
Was this another one of Yun Qing'er's schemes?
As Bai Yu pondered, the Nether Ghost Sect Holy Son spoke, and everyone's gazes fell in Bai Yu's direction.
"Fellow Daoist Li, stop hiding. The Nether Ghost Sect has no intention of becoming your enemy."
"I am Hidden Dragon, Holy Son of the Nether Ghost Sect. Let me offer you a word of advice: the farther you stay from this place, the better. There are no opportunities here—only endless trouble."
Hidden Dragon's expression was grave, his face cold to the extreme.
The two old men and several core disciples beside him also watched their surroundings vigilantly. Terrifying divine senses burst forth, as though searching for something.
Bai Yu calmly looked at this thoroughly guarded team, his gaze sweeping across them.
"It seems... you've run into some trouble?"
Bai Yu slowly descended from midair. As for Yun Qing'er, he had sworn that if he did not kill that woman, his Dao heart would never be steady.
Now that he had encountered traces of her again, Bai Yu naturally would not let her go.
Activating his Delusion-Breaking Golden Eyes, Bai Yu looked at the mangled corpse among the group. That sinister aura and domineering sword intent still circulated through it. The familiar sensation made his expression turn increasingly cold.
Seeing Bai Yu's