The dark waters of the Nether Sea churned without cease, and cold Killing Intent filled the air.
Elder Xuanji stood deep in the dark water, his face so grim it might have dripped.
He stared at the patch of darkness where Zhou Feng had vanished. His mind reeled, and he could not calm himself for a long time.
That punch had been domineering, pure, and utterly unreasonable. Compared with this world's cultivation system, it was downright strange.
Strangest of all was the attacker's physique. He had ignored the Nether Sea's restraints and crushed the defenses of two Gu with brute force, without seeming to draw on any Gu's power.
"The man just now... was definitely not from this world."
As an outsider himself, Elder Xuanji knew the aura and methods of his kind better than anyone. The man who had ambushed him had surely come from Cloud Dream Marsh as he had.
But that made even less sense.
When outsiders first entered this world, its laws suppressed them. Cultivating under any other system had always been an uphill struggle.
He had no idea what loophole that man had found. Without drawing on a Gu's power, he had used Third-Turn cultivation to crush the layered defenses of a Fifth-Rank Gu Cultivator head-on.
Confusion, wariness, and fury tangled in Elder Xuanji's heart. He felt he needed to be more careful.
No one knew how many more monsters like Zhou Feng lurked in the shadows.
By then, Zhou Feng had left the Black Market far behind. His figure blended into Nine Void Mountain's chaotic night as he sped away.
Once the Shadowless Sword Gu was in his hands, he had not lingered for a moment. He had raced straight toward the Qian Treasury.
As he ran, Zhou Feng drew his attention inward, already