Peak

"People from the Biyun Sect?"

The Luoyun City Lord's pupils contracted as he instinctively gripped the hilt of his saber.

The old man merely glanced at them.

Luo Xiutian immediately felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar. The True Essence within him showed signs of freezing solid.

"Tribulation Crossing... peak!"

He forced out those words, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He had only ever felt such oppression from the Holy Lord.

The old man did not linger. He led the group away in an instant. The last to pass was a hawk-nosed man whose sinister gaze lingered on Luo Xiutian for a moment, his lips curving into a cruel smile.

"Ye Xiao, don't create unnecessary trouble."

A warning came from ahead.

The man called Ye Xiao clicked his tongue regretfully and casually flicked a streak of black light toward Luo Xiutian's face.

"Clang!"

The Luoyun City Lord raised his saber to block it, sending sparks flying. When he looked again, the people from the Biyun Sect had already vanished into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Luo Xiutian stood at the edge of the Purple Bamboo Forest, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the jade pendant at his waist.

A light breeze passed by, rustling the bamboo leaves, yet it could not conceal the faint killing intent drifting from behind him.

"City Lord, those three from the Biyun Sect..."

Luo Xiutian's lips moved slightly, his voice condensed into a thread that reached the Luoyun City Lord's ear.

The Luoyun City Lord's expression remained unchanged. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the three Biyun Sect members chopping Purple Bamboo nearby and said quietly,

"Especially the one in the gray robe. He has been watching you ever since half an hour ago. It seems he recognized your