Wang Baihan

The instant after Zhang Yuan left.

Several figures arrived together, some standing on rooftops, others atop the enclosing wall. Their cultivation levels varied, but all belonged to the Wang Household of Dragon Creek City.

Creak.

Someone pushed the main gate open.

A middle-aged man dragged Liu Junmao, whose body had only half remaining, slowly into the courtyard and surveyed his surroundings.

"He actually escaped."

The middle-aged man's temples were graying. His brows lifted slightly, surprised by this outcome.

From the moment the household head severed the divine ability attached to Liu Junmao until they gathered their men and arrived here, less than a quarter of an hour had passed. They might not have moved like the wind and lightning, but their response had certainly been swift.

Yet they had still let their target escape.

Bold yet meticulous, decisive in action.

The man who killed Wang Zhenfeng was far from ordinary.

Amid the clouds.

A golden carriage hovered in midair. Zhang Yuan pulled aside its window curtain and looked down.

"No Heavenly Being."

As long as no Heavenly Being was here, no one could see through [Severing Past and Present, Leaving No Trace] or discover someone in the sky. He was probably safe.

"The leader is at ninth-turn qi refinement, and the others range from the fifth to the seventh turn. I can't fight them head-on." Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze settling on the middle-aged man in the courtyard.

With his ever-changing divine abilities, his false ninth-turn qi refinement made him far more than a match for a sixth-turn Perfected Being with only two divine abilities.

But false ninth-turn was still false ninth-turn. Even with enough divine abilities, his strength remained far below that of a true ninth-turn Perfected Being.

For a Qi Refinement Perfected of