At that moment, Su Yueli had her right hand clasped around the Little Black Fist Blade hidden in her sleeve, her Qi and Blood already raised to the critical threshold.
She waited.
The instant that Azure Cloud Sect disciple's finger touched her Storage Pouch, she would erupt without warning.
Her target was his throat. This strike had to kill!
Even if she could not kill him, she had to grievously wound him in a single move—crush his vocal cords and transmission talisman with her bare hands so that he could not send out any distress signal.
Otherwise, if she drew the attention of the other cultivators outside the city—especially that unfathomable Seventh Realm old monster—she would be finished here today.
For a moment, the main road fell deathly silent.
The young cultivator wore an impatient expression. He raised his right hand, Spiritual Power flickering faintly at his fingertips, and was just about to take the worn Storage Pouch at Su Yueli's waist.
Then, his movement abruptly froze.
"Hmm?"
The young cultivator turned and stared toward the plains several miles away.
Within his spiritual perception, an intense fluctuation of cultivator magic power had suddenly erupted on the distant road.
That aura was frantic and seemingly urgent. It was likely a Rogue Cultivator who had concealed their cultivation and activated a secret treasure, now fleeing at full speed into the distance.
The young cultivator furrowed his brow tightly, weighing the pros and cons.
Elder Han had issued a death order: for the Supreme Elder's life-extending medicine and the Dharma Image fragment, they absolutely could not let any suspicious cultivator escape.
Though the woman in the green skirt before him was somewhat strange, she was ultimately just a mortal with no Spiritual Power.
Compared to the cultivator fleeing at full speed in the