Chapter 956
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Chapter 956: Who Was the Killer After All?
Ji Hanluo was well aware of Su Yi’s strength.
Not long ago, he had not yet reached such a high level of cultivation.
Just moments earlier, she had seen a guard from the Golden Sword Sect instantly fall to Su Yi’s attack, leaving her wondering if she had misjudged the situation.
And that tiny bird, with its overwhelming aura, made Ji Hanluo shudder in fear.
The intense, burning aura from just now felt as if it could have incinerated her soul on the spot—it was terrifying!
In an instant, three experts in the Yuan Void Realm were reduced to ashes. It was nothing short of horrifying!
“Who dares harm someone from the Golden Sword Sect?”
A powerful shout echoed through the empty space, coming from deep within the mountains.
“Su Yi, hurry, those are people from the Golden Sword Sect! There are powerful experts from the Yuan Emperor Realm nearby. You need to run!”
The words were deafening, snapping Ji Hanluo out of her daze. Her face turned pale, and she urgently warned Su Yi.
“Thank you, Miss Hanluo.”
Su Yi nodded in acknowledgment, expressing gratitude, and motioned for Su Xiaoshuai to leave.
Facing these cultivators from the Yuan Void Realm, Su Yi remained unshaken. However, with the Yuan Emperor Realm experts from the Golden Sword Sect nearby, he knew he lacked the strength to confront them—especially with Su Xiaoshuai’s current abilities.
The just-killed members of the Golden Sword Sect had most likely already communicated with the Yuan Emperor Realm experts, who were aware of the Golden Scale Flaming Heavenly Bow in Su Yi’s possession. Once the experts from the Golden Sword Sect got their hands on it, they would not let him escape easily.
“Swoosh…”
Without hesitation, Su Yi grabbed Su Xiaoshuai and swiftly made his escape, not daring to linger for a moment longer.
“Why fear the Yuan Emperor Realm? What about the Green Emperor, your elder brother, and that little dragon?” Su Xiaoshuai asked nonchalantly while running beside Su Yi.
“They didn’t come.”
Su Yi responded, “If big brother Xi Wuqing, the Green Emperor, or the Yin-Yang Dark Dragon were here, we wouldn’t be worried about any Yuan Emperor Realm experts from the Golden Sword Sect.”
“Boss, let’s retreat first.”
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoshuai flapped his wings and accelerated, eager to avoid a confrontation with any Yuan Emperor Realm cultivator.
“You’re scared sometimes too,” Su Yi said, quickly catching up. His feet filled with energy as he leaped into the air, using the Hundred Transformations Step to match Su Xiaoshuai’s speed.
The third level of the Hundred Transformations Step allowed Su Yi to form wings from gathered qi, enabling flight. But at this moment, he truly soared through the air.
As Su Yi reached the Yuan Void Realm, qi transformed into emptiness, resonating with space. Cultivators at this realm could fly effortlessly through the air.
Su Yi realized that this kind of true flight was far faster than using the Hundred Transformations Step to gather wings from qi.
No matter how fast Su Yi ran, he couldn’t catch up with Su Xiaoshuai. He sensed that Su Xiaoshuai wasn’t using his full speed.
…
“Did he hide his true power from the start? That’s not fair…”
Ji Hanluo watched as Su Yi fled, her face clouded with confusion.
She had witnessed Su Yi’s strength before, and it was decent. But it was nothing close to what he had just displayed. If he were this strong, she wouldn’t have been constantly pursued by the Sea Dragon Gang.
But from Su Yi’s recent performance, it was clear that no one could improve this rapidly in such a short time.
“Martial Sister Hanuo!”
“Sister Hanuo!”
Ji Hanluo was deep in thought when several figures emerged behind her. About thirty individuals, ranging in age from seventeen to twenty-five, gathered around. Both men and women stood out, radiating impressive auras.
From the energy they emitted, it was obvious that these young people were no ordinary cultivators. They had already surpassed most of their peers in skill.
Among them, the first young man in black seemed to be about twenty-one or twenty-two. He had a slender build, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a unique charm that made him appear almost ethereal.
Seeing Ji Hanluo, the young man in black relaxed, concern evident in his voice. “Martial Sister, are you alright? The sect leader warned us not to stray, as there are dangerous demons nearby.”
“Senior Yu, I’m fine. I apologize for worrying you all,” Ji Hanluo quickly regained her composure and reassured them.
“Martial Sister Han, are you… the guardian of the Golden Sword Sect?”
The young man in black surveyed the scene, his expression turning pale as he realized that a battle had taken place. The bodies on the ground, covered in blood, were wearing the robes of the Golden Sword Sect.
“Boom!”
At that moment, two overwhelming auras descended.
The first belonged to an older man in his fifties, with white at his temples. His appearance seemed to have aged ten years in a short time.
Following him was an older man in his sixties, with piercing eyes and a relatively short stature. Dressed in a well-fitted black robe, his hair tied in a neat bun, he exuded a terrifying presence!
The fifty-year-old man was Yang Baikun, the master of the Golden Sword Sect. His eyes narrowed coldly as he surveyed the scene, bloodshot and filled with anger as he looked at the corpses on the ground.
His gaze fixed on Ji Hanluo and the others, and in a grim tone, Yang Baikun spoke. “So, you are disciples of the Mysterious Sword Gate. Did you do this?”
“Greetings, Master Yang. When we arrived, it was already like this. Do you really think we have the power to kill the Golden Sword Sect’s protectors?” Ji Hanluo was familiar with Yang Baikun and couldn’t help but tremble as she felt his aura.
Yang Baikun glanced at the Mysterious Sword Gate disciples, aware that they didn’t have the strength to match the four Dharma Protectors of the Golden Sword.
“These individuals died from a single blow, their internal organs shattered. Very powerful—these attackers must have been close to the Yuan Emperor Realm.”
The older man in his sixties had already examined one of the bodies. He stepped toward Yang Baikun, his face grim.
“Since you’re here, you must have some connection to this incident. Tell me, who did this?”
Yang Baikun’s face grew darker, his cold gaze focused on the disciples of the Mysterious Sword Gate. The four protectors had mentioned a person possessing the Golden Scale Flaming Heavenly Bow, which could be linked to the one who killed his son. His anger was palpable.
“Lord Yang, as my Martial Sister has said, we don’t possess the strength to kill the guardians of the Golden Sword Sect. We simply arrived here and found the situation as it is. This has nothing to do with us.”
The young man in black, who was the leader of the Mysterious Sword Gate, stepped forward. Although visibly trembling under Yang Baikun’s fierce presence, he positioned himself in front of Ji Hanluo.
