Du Busi gazed toward the West Mountain direction, estimating the time in his mind. If they fly at full speed, Aotian and the others have already flown dozens of miles away, and there are no signs of conflict erupting in that direction. Even that old hag Ye Xishui might not be able to catch up to them.
Moreover, he also saw that although the direction in which Ye Xishui and the Holy Spirit Cult left was likewise westward, there was a considerable deviation from the direction in which the Body Sect members escaped, so pursuing them directly like this would certainly fail to catch them.
Thinking this, Du Busi relaxed slightly. His purpose of staying behind to stall for time had already been achieved.
Without needing to worry about younger generations who required protection, top powerhouses like him, Xuan Zi, and Yan Shaozhe remaining in Mingdu were instead like swimming dragons entering the sea, completely free and unconstrained.
Yet Ye Xishui had left, and there was still another powerhouse present who made him wary. It was not the Northern Douluo who had relieved them, but rather the old man whom Ye Xishui had called Kong Deming.
He found it hard to believe that this old man before his eyes, who did not even possess the cultivation of a Super Douluo, could actually drink down Ye Xishui with a word and deter both himself and Xuan Zi.
Kong Deming had always lived in seclusion within the Imperial Palace, and the Three Mainland Kingdoms did not know of his existence. Neither had Du Busi expected the Sun Moon Empire to possess such a profound foundation.
Kong Deming said in a deep voice, "Du Busi, Taotie, not involving the weak is a joint agreement shared by all powerhouses above the Titled Douluo level