"Yes, Master."
Leng Xingzhi approached Bei Chenfeng, his sword resembling a crescent moon, positioning himself opposite Mo Feng, who had just appealed to Duan Zhihong for help.
"Leng Xingzhi, how dare you." Mo Feng's eyes blazed, "Leng Xingzhi, if you dare to kill me, do you know the consequences? Our Mo family will never let you off."
"Is that so?" Leng Xingzhi's sword thrust towards Mo Feng's chest without hesitation. A surge of spiritual energy erupted, and a massive defensive barrier appeared before Mo Feng. "Colluding with outsiders, your Mo family cannot bear the repercussions."
Throughout the entire Xuan Tian Continent, anyone found to be involved with foreign powers faced only death.
Mo Feng's gaze faltered. It seemed the Xiu Ling Academy intended to pin this charge firmly on him, making his death unavoidable.
"Then do not blame me for being impolite."
Mo Feng signaled to those around him. They quickly gathered, with Mo Feng at the center. The spiritual energy around them suddenly surged, its power comparable to the Dominator Realm.
Even Supremacy Realm powerhouses like Duan Zhihong were forced back several steps by this immense spiritual energy.
Bei Chenfeng immediately shielded Chu Lingwei, his gaze fixed on Mo Feng and his group, without a trace of worry. "Not only colluding with outsiders, but also dabbling in the ghost path and practicing dark arts."
These words struck Duan Zhihong's heart like a heavy hammer. Mo Feng, like this, was not someone he should have spoken up for earlier.
"Wei Wei, stay here obediently and don't move."
With that, Bei Chenfeng shot forward like a rainbow, flying into the heart of the spiritual energy unleashed by Mo Feng. Those who practiced dark arts were not to be tolerated in this world.
Chu Lingwei stood within the defensive barrier her master had set up for her. Looking into the distance, the sky was dark, and a chilling wind blew, identical to the ghostly aura of the Ghost Market.
"These people are no longer human cultivators."
"They are neither human cultivators nor ghost cultivators. There will be no afterlife for them." The phantom cat stared at them, knowing that once they died, their souls would perish with them.
"They indeed deserve to die."
Safe within the defensive barrier, Chu Lingwei had the opportunity to observe the elders and sect leaders of various sects who had come to watch the spectacle.
They had come today with the intention of resolving the matter of the cultivators who had died at the hands of the Ghost King Zhu Li in Bohai Forest.
However, none of the attendees were Supremacy Realm powerhouses, while the Rogue Cultivator Alliance had brought two. The direction of events had already been determined.
"Elder Duan, we..." Standing beside Duan Zhihong was another Supremacy Realm powerhouse, Wen Yucheng. He had dedicated himself to cultivation, never involving himself in external affairs. This time, he didn't need to make any decisions; he just needed to follow Duan Zhihong's lead.
Now that Bei Chenfeng was determined to kill these people, Wen Yucheng was waiting for Duan Zhihong's decision.
"Let's go." Duan Zhihong snorted heavily. Bei Chenfeng's stance was clear; he was determined to kill Mo Feng, and Duan Zhihong wouldn't be foolish enough to oppose him.
The Xiu Ling Academy was a formidable power.
Wen Yucheng nodded and, along with Duan Zhihong, vanished from the crowd.
With the departure of the two powerhouses from the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, the leaders of other sects exchanged varied glances. Some secretly regretted not bringing their sect's Supremacy Realm powerhouses, otherwise, they would not have been rendered speechless.
As the two powerhouses departed, Chu Lingwei felt the subtle pressure in the air dissipate. It seemed to be a ploy by the rogue cultivators.
She watched her master and senior brother engage in battle with those individuals, their figures obscured. Only the clash of spiritual energy and ghostly aura could be seen.
Each impact caused the heavens and earth to change color.
"How can their ghostly aura be so potent?" Chu Lingwei observed the combined ghostly aura unleashed by Mo Feng and his group, finding it even stronger than that of the Ghost King Zhu Li.
"Because they have made a desperate gamble. They have abandoned spiritual cultivation and turned to the ghost path." The phantom cat, having foreseen their demise, sat down on the ground with its small body. "Wei Wei, don't worry. Your master is so powerful, they will be dead soon."
"I have never doubted my master."
Chu Lingwei's attention shifted to the people from the various sects. She saw some leaving, while others were watching.
These were the powerhouses of the Xuan Tian Continent, the leaders of the major sects, but they were not as pure in their cultivation. They were all calculating for their sect leaders.
"Wei Wei, Grandpa Yu is in danger."
Just then, Chu Lingwei heard Feng Ming's urgent call.
Feng Ming had been cultivating in her room today, and Chu Lingwei had not brought her along.
Chu Lingwei boarded a flying artifact and quickly headed towards the inn.
At this moment, Yu Qinghong was rapidly fleeing towards Bohai Forest, pursued by over a dozen cultivators at the Heaven Realm and Supremacy Realm.
"Grandpa Yu, run faster." Feng Ming, held in Yu Qinghong's arms, urged him as she looked at their pursuers.
These were the powerhouses of the Xuan Tian Continent. Even she, a divine beast, would have only one fate before them.
"Mao Mao, set up the illusion array. We'll wait for them here."
Fortunately, Feng Ming hadn't accompanied them, otherwise, they would never have detected that Yu Qinghong was in danger.
"Grandpa Yu, let's go faster. Wei Wei is waiting for us ahead." Feng Ming, hearing Chu Lingwei's instructions, had Yu Qinghong flee in her direction.
"I will implicate her." Yu Qinghong frowned. Today had been truly unlucky. No one had anticipated that the human cultivator would possess a mirror that could reveal one's true form.
If he had known, he would have come to watch the excitement with Wei Wei.
"You won't. Master Wei Wei is so powerful, he will protect us." Feng Ming spoke of Bei Chenfeng with affection. Who wouldn't like someone who occasionally gave them medicinal herbs for healing?
Yu Qinghong glanced back. The pursuers were relentless. With their formation, they would not stop until they had captured him.
The most critical point was that they knew his identity. Soon, the entire Xuan Tian Continent would know his identity, and he would have nowhere to hide.
Thinking of this, Yu Qinghong's eyes darkened. He remembered the words spoken to him by that human cultivator a thousand years ago: it was best if he never left.
"They're here."
Chu Lingwei sensed the aura of over a dozen powerhouses rushing towards her. Her eyes dimmed. After Yu Qinghong entered the trap they had set, the phantom cat's illusion activated, and Chu Lingwei's barrier rose, completely isolating Yu Qinghong's aura.
"Grandpa Yu, let's leave here quickly."
Chu Lingwei was, after all, only a Spirit Wheel Realm disciple and could not hold them off for too long.
"Let's go."
At this moment, leaving was the most important thing. Her master and senior brother couldn't possibly arrive in time. Chu Lingwei summoned a divine-grade flying artifact and whisked Yu Qinghong away, vanishing before the powerhouses who had just broken through the barrier.
"Where is he?"
Jiang Ge's expression darkened. Yu Qinghong's aura was no longer present here, not a trace of it.