Above the Cinnabar Sea.
The wind swept blood foam through the air.
Duan Qianchui's burly figure stood in the void, his bronze-colored face filled with wariness.
He also knew that he was currently injured.
If he truly fought Ji Yuan to the death, even if he barely gained the upper hand, it would inevitably end with both sides grievously wounded.
When that time came, Mister Nine Palaces, Xu Danzi, and that notoriously vicious Ultimate Dao Devil Lord, all watching like tigers eyeing their prey, would never pass up the chance to profit from their misfortune.
For the sake of two badly injured Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators of unknown background, gambling away several centuries of cultivation was simply not worth it.
Duan Qianchui snorted heavily and took two steps back.
That retreat made his stance perfectly clear: he would no longer pursue the matter of Huang Bingzhu and Zhao Fuguang.
The atmosphere around them immediately eased somewhat.
The hearts Huang Bingzhu and Zhao Fuguang had held suspended finally settled a little, though cold sweat had already soaked their backs.
They had clearly felt just how terrifying the killing intent Duan Qianchui had locked onto them was.
If Ji Yuan had not stood in front of them just now, the two of them... they simply dared not imagine it.
Just then, a genial laugh rang out.
Xu Danzi drew together his wide sleeves and walked through the air. His crane-white hair and youthful face bore a warm smile, without the slightest trace of hostility.
He first cupped his hands toward Ji Yuan from afar, then let his gaze fall upon Huang Bingzhu and Zhao Fuguang. Smiling, he said, "Fellow Daoists, this old man is Xu Danzi. Greetings."
Huang Bingzhu and Zhao Fuguang exchanged a glance, then returned Xu Danzi's salute without