An ambush outside Sunset City?
So that was it. He had thought this man's aura resembled that fat Evil Cultivator's, and that the two must be connected somehow. He had never expected... this man was that very fat Evil Cultivator from that day?
The Black Market Auction, Fist Island...
It seemed the power behind the Black Market Auction was undoubtedly Fist Island, the largest underground organization in the East Sea Archipelago.
Then Lin Aofeng must have ties to Fist Island—or perhaps he was one of its people to begin with.
Hearing the Pale-faced Cultivator's words, Su Shi'er's expression did not change, but he immediately understood.
Though he did not know how the other party had achieved one soul in two bodies, the Cultivation World was vast. Such a thing was hardly unusual.
Back then, when Great Zhao Dynasty's prince, Zhao Jingfeng, had his physical body destroyed by Su Shi'er for the first time, he had also taken possession of a nearly perfect, compatible body.
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Su Shi'er gripped the Dustless Sword. With a lift of his hand, it transformed into countless sharp sword qis, all aimed at the two people before and behind him.
"Settle accounts? Since you two insist on blocking my path, then today, I have no choice but to stake my life and carve out a bloody path!"
"But if you want my life, you'd best be prepared to lose your own!"
Narrowing his eyes, Su Shi'er could not help recalling the miserable scenes he had witnessed in the underground space beneath the City Lord's Mansion.
The mastermind behind all of it was this Pale-faced Cultivator—or rather... the Fist Island behind him.
Still, he was not attacking for anyone's sake.
He simply knew there could be no peaceful resolution. Unless he dealt