What a Sacred Spirit Cult—they had actually hidden the Hope Fire deep beneath the earth.
If the Sacred Spirit Cult members had not been too preoccupied to spare him any attention at this moment, then even if he had not been gravely wounded by the explosion atop the mountain, he would surely have been facing the joint siege of the Sacred Spirit Cult's many experts now...
Su Shi'er secretly rejoiced, yet not the slightest ripple appeared on his Nascent Soul's face.
Looking at Yin Qingxue before him, he calmly said, "Martial Brother Han Yu? He appeared as well?"
"Han Yu was a fellow disciple of Su's back when I was in the Yun Ge Sect. He truly exists within the sect, so how could there be any talk of impersonation?"
Su Shi'er shook his head as he spoke. Even if the other side had guessed everything, he could not—and had no need to—come clean about this.
Anger surfaced in Yin Qingxue's eyes. "Fellow Daoist Su, you truly refuse to give up until you reach the Yellow River! Since that is the case, then I have nothing more to say."
Before the other party could attack, Su Shi'er hurriedly called out again, "Wait! No matter why Fellow Daoist Yin wishes to act against Su, the Sacred Spirit Cult's Hope Fire and the Southern Bright Leaving Fire within Su's body are the key to breaking the Dark Evil Formation."
"This concerns all living beings under heaven, and it is also the wish of that Buddhist Sect senior. How about we set aside the matter between us for now, leave this place first, and then fight fairly?"
Su Shi'er spoke in rapid succession, directly invoking the Buddhist Sect senior he had encountered before.
As he spoke, the Nascent Soul essence within him quietly