Escape

The man wore a dark ink-black robe, a cloud-patterned leather belt around his waist, and an ancient unsheathed sword at his side. His face was like cold jade, his brow ridges like swords slanting into his temples, his expression detached and merciless.

His silver-gray eyes stared directly at someone in the crowd.

That person was the Devil Master.

Zeng Han, the steward of the Four Seas Merchant Guild, had gone pale, but he still forced himself to shout:

"This junior is a member of the Four Seas Merchant Guild. Today, I inadvertently blocked Senior's path. I sincerely apologize.

"This junior is willing to offer five hundred thousand spirit stones. I only ask that Senior quell your anger."

He was exceedingly quick-witted, casually mentioning his identity in hopes that the man before him would show some restraint.

Yet he did not dare blame the other party for destroying the guild's Spiritual Ship. Instead, he proactively offered spirit stones to buy his life.

Among the panicked cultivators, someone immediately shouted, "For us to have blocked Senior's path is truly a crime deserving ten thousand deaths! We are willing to offer spirit stones in apology!"

Ning Fa's face also turned faintly pale.

This man's strength was simply too terrifying.

Although he could not see through the man's precise cultivation realm, Ning Fa felt that he was undoubtedly a Nascent Soul Late Stage Great Cultivator—and a terrifying sword cultivator at that.

Then even among Great Cultivators, this man was surely one of the strong.

Ning Fa instinctively sensed that this man had come for the Devil Master.

At that moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Ning Fa.

He seemed to have guessed this man's identity.

He was most likely the legendary Wusheng Sword Master, the Devil Master's former disciple.

Then it was easy