There were twenty-three black-robed men.
Eighteen were fighting the Dao Sect inner disciples at the front of the procession.
The remaining five had come to the rear.
They had only one task: kill.
Whoever stood before them, as long as they were not an ally, there was only one word for it: kill!
But killing mortals who had not yet entered qi refining was like mowing grass-utterly dull. So the five decided to kill the seven Dao Sect outer disciples escorting the procession first.
While his companions fought the others, one black-robed man noticed Chen Yu mingling among the mortals and pursued him.
"Fourth layer of qi refining?"
The black-robed man wore no mask.
His looks were ordinary.
The sort who would disappear into a crowd.
After gauging Chen Yu's cultivation, he smiled contemptuously and slowly raised his saber. "Die!"
With that,
he swung his saber at Chen Yu!
Without hesitation,
Chen Yu immediately used the Wind-Riding Art and fled to the side.
Behind him, the black-robed man was somewhat surprised that this fourth-layer Dao Sect disciple could run so fast, but at the same time, he felt the thrill of hunting down prey.
"Run! Run for your life! Let's see how far you get!"
"Once I catch you, I'll cut off all three of your legs!"
He laughed cruelly.
In that critical moment, Chen Yu's mind raced.
This place is half an hour from the Dao Sect. If the elders notice something wrong and rush here at full speed, they should arrive in less than ten minutes.
But the problem is, this blood-colored formation overhead probably won't be easy to deal with. It'll delay them for a while.
It hasn't even been three minutes since the attack began...
*But if I expose my true cultivation and fight these black-robed