The black-robed figure fled with all his might.
The battle just now had drained him greatly. Even though his body had already reached its limit, he still did not dare stop.
Even now, he had no idea what kind of monster they had been facing.
Although they had investigated beforehand and knew that the True Martial Sacred Sect's Holy Son was bound to be no ordinary person.
The three of them were all at Divine Meridian Peak, and they had cultivated their fusion technique together for many years. No matter how one looked at it, victory should have been certain.
Yet he had never expected them to lose so cleanly.
"Damn it, no wonder they offered such a high price," the black-robed figure muttered furiously.
Just then, his pupils constricted, and his fleeing steps came to a halt.
Snow drifted through the air, the icy wind howled, and the plains stretched as far as the eye could see.
Xu Zimo stood casually ahead, smiling at the black-robed figure running toward him.
"Don't be in such a hurry. We have plenty of time," Xu Zimo said with a light laugh.
"Your Excellency, greed blinded us. Please spare me," the black-robed figure hurriedly pleaded.
"Take off your bamboo hat before you speak to me," Xu Zimo said flatly.
The black-robed figure fell silent for a moment, then tossed his hat aside.
He looked around forty or fifty years old, with a mustache, short hair, and a scar across his face.
"You're quite unfamiliar," Xu Zimo said.
"The three of us brothers are all Rogue Cultivators. Your Excellency may not know us; we have no reputation to speak of," the black-robed figure hurriedly said.
"How could someone at Divine Meridian Peak have no reputation? I simply could not be bothered to learn about