Startled, Xiao Yan paused his movement to leave, his dark eyes quickly turning towards the direction from which the aura was coming. At the same time, the Dou Qi within his body quietly began to circulate.
Based on Xiao Yan's recent assessment of the auras of powerful individuals, the aura currently within Xiao Yan perception range clearly belongs to a Dou Di expert. However, due to the considerable distance between them, Xiao Yan is unable to immediately determine the identity of the aura's owner.
"Damn it, looks like I'll have to hide for now. I can't believe I've only just recovered and I've already run into this kind of guy."
Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yan felt a sense of gravity rise in his heart.
It's not the right time yet. If Xiao Yan were to face Dou Di expert alone, it would undoubtedly cause Xiao Yan considerable trouble. Although he was confident that he could escape unscathed from an ordinary Dou Di, Xiao Yan didn't want to get into a fight with them if possible.
Of course, whether Xiao Yan wants to encounter Dou Di expert or not depends on the Xiao Yan Dou Di expert who is currently flying towards him.
At this moment, Xiao Yan could only hope that the person who came was not after him; otherwise, another fierce battle would be inevitable.
As for the thought of escaping, it was immediately erased from Xiao Yan Xiao Yan's mind the moment it arose.
Without knowing the opponent's specific strength and purpose, any rash actions would only attract more attention. Once Xiao Yan's identity is recognized, a battle would be inevitable.
Since the outcome is not much different whether he runs or not, why should Xiao Yan waste his energy?
His gaze swept quickly across the continuous mountain range below, and Xiao Yan swiftly found a relatively secluded dense forest. Without further hesitation, he leaped down and entered the forest. At the same time, Xiao Yan completely concealed his aura, held his breath, and carefully watched the empty space where he had just stood.
He could sense that the owner of that aura was getting closer and closer.
As that aura drew closer, Xiao Yan's expression became extremely solemn.
Until a certain moment, when a disheveled figure suddenly appeared in the empty void, Xiao Yan's expression instantly turned to astonishment.
Because the figure that suddenly appeared in the void, the one who had made Xiao Yan's heart tense for a long time, was actually Zhao Xian, who had been intimidated by Murong Hao's strength seven days ago and fled in panic!
Zhao Xian...
Upon seeing the man before him, Xiao Yan was immediately astonished. It was truly unimaginable that after being repelled by a powerhouse like Murong Hao, this guy would dare to return here again after seven days. Was this guy truly fearless?
While feeling surprised by this, Xiao Yan, who was in the shadows, couldn't help but cast a curious glance at Zhao Xian in the sky.
Since this guy dared to risk death to come here again, there must be a significant reason behind it; otherwise, he wouldn't have been willing to risk death to appear here again.
Zhao Xian, who had just emerged, still looked extremely pale. Although the injuries in his body had been initially suppressed, this was only a temporary solution, which could be seen from his extremely weak aura.
Furthermore, with one of his arms severed by Murong Hao, his strength has been greatly diminished, making Zhao Xian appear even weaker than he does on the surface.
Perhaps this is why Xiao Yan was unable to identify the former's identity after sensing his aura.
Having figured this out, Xiao Yan couldn't help but reveal a cold smile.
Seven days ago, this guy almost took his life. At that time, Xiao Yan was as weak as a lamb in front of him. In just seven days, the prey and the hunter have already switched places.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yan couldn't help but wonder what kind of interesting expression Zhao Xian would have if he saw him appearing before him in perfect condition.
However, Xiao Yan was not in a hurry to show himself. He also wanted to know why Zhao Xian had returned here again after seven days.
When Xiao Yan looked up again, Zhao Xian, with a pair of blood-red eyes, was carefully searching the mountains below.
The Spiritual Strength, weakened by injury, cautiously spread out at this moment, carefully exploring the mountains below, seemingly searching for something.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan was hiding in the shadows, raised his eyebrows slightly. After a moment's thought, he understood everything that was happening before him.
The most likely reason Zhao Xian returned here was to retrieve his Storage Ring.
It was precisely because he had lost his Storage Ring that Zhao Xian was unable to use pills to quickly recover from his injuries, which is why he was still so weak even after seven days.
Zhao Xian clearly understood that without the help of elixirs, it would be an unknown amount of time before he could recover from his injuries, and if it dragged on for too long, it might even leave him with indelible aftereffects.
Moreover, if his severely injured body were to encounter other Dou Di powerhouses, he would be in grave danger.
Even though they are both Dou Di, they wouldn't easily let go of the matter of kicking someone when they're down.
Therefore, even though he knew that Murong Hao might still be there, Zhao Xian had no choice but to take the risk in order to recover from his injuries as soon as possible.
However, judging from the current situation, Zhao Xian made the right move.
Murong Hao had already left this place several days ago. Now, as long as Zhao Xian can find the arm that Murong Hao severed seven days ago, the Storage Ring that was on his right finger can also be returned to his hand.
At the same time, what Zhao Xian was most concerned about was the fourth-tier pill in his Storage Ring... the Ultimate Transformation Pill!
"Uh... found it!"
At one moment, a hint of joy appeared on Zhao Xian's pale face. His right arm had been severed, and being able to find the Storage Ring was a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune. This made Zhao Xian feel much lighter at that moment.
As Zhao Xian's faint Spiritual Strength slowly receded, a severed arm floated slowly into the air from the mountains below.
"Hehe, this is truly... an unexpected surprise!"
However, at that moment, a soft, calm laugh drifted over, and at the same time, the expression on Zhao Xian's pale face changed drastically.
The next moment, as Zhao Xian turned his head in fear to look at the void beside him, a young man in a black robe stood with his arms crossed, grinning coldly at him.