These people had pursued him all the way to the place where he had been hiding these past few years. Had he not laid down a formation here beforehand, the five of them really would have killed him this time.
There were three Golden Core Realm cultivators and two Foundation Establishment disciples among them. All five had hounded him relentlessly, and even the two little Foundation Establishment cultivators had been clamoring arrogantly, making the bookboy so furious that his head ached.
Unfortunately, they had strength in numbers. He could only flee in panic like a dog driven from its home. Without his ample supply of pills to heal his injuries as he fled, he would never have made it here.
Once he reached this valley, he activated the great formation without a moment's delay. Never in their wildest dreams had the five imagined that a great formation would suddenly appear in such a remote place.
Caught completely off guard, all five were instantly trapped within it. The bookboy then used the formation's concealment to begin killing them one by one.
He had tortured the two Foundation Establishment cultivators to death. The boundless regret and terror in their eyes as they died had finally let him vent some of the bile in his heart.
As the bookboy spoke while giving chase, a piece of tattered oilcloth suddenly appeared beneath his feet.
At the same moment, the black-bearded middle-aged man ahead suddenly sensed that the bookboy behind him had vanished, giving him a fright.
He had just sacrificed his last companion, exploiting the all-out strike unleashed by that "dearest friend" to create an opening in the valley's formation.
Only then had the black-bearded man seized the chance to escape, yet now the bookboy had vanished in this uncanny fashion.
The black-bearded middle-aged