168: Chapter 168 Yunlan Sect

At the Old Site of Mo Tian Sect, on the edge of the giant palm print.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and Wang Xiaopang were sitting in meditation, their bodies’ Dao Rhyme subtly resonating with the residual marks of the palm print.

Suddenly, a powerful Spiritual Pressure from a Heavenly Human Realm Cultivator, emanating from far away and approaching rapidly, enveloped the area without concealment, instantly shattering the tranquility of the place!

Many Cultivators, who had been immersed in comprehending Dao Rhyme, were startled, frowning and looking sideways, their faces showing displeasure.

"Who is so presumptuous? To release Spiritual Pressure here and disturb our cultivation!"

A Cultivator, whose crucial moment of enlightenment had been interrupted, spoke with annoyance.

"Looking at the attire... it's someone from the Cloud Mist Sect!"

A knowledgeable old man said in a deep voice, his expression becoming solemn, "And it's an Elder himself!"

"Cloud Mist Sect? Is that the large Sect from Yun Province? I heard they have quite a few Heavenly Human Realm experts within their Sect, and their influence in Yun Province is immense, second only to a few top powers like the Vast Righteous Sect."

A well-informed Cultivator whispered to his companion.

"Indeed, it is a powerful Sect."

The old man nodded, his eyes showing apprehension, "Although not the overlord of Yun Province, it is still a prominent large Sect, and their Sect's style has always been protective and overbearing. I didn't expect their Elder to personally come to the border of Xuan Province."

Many Loose Cultivators and Disciples from smaller Sects, upon hearing this, although displeased, could only suppress their anger and dared not speak out, feeling the powerful aura of the Heavenly Human Realm and the reputation of the Cloud Mist Sect. They quickly reined in their Qi and retreated backward to avoid being affected.

A streak of light descended, revealing a gloomy-faced middle-aged Cultivator dressed in Cloud Mist Sect Elder robes. Following closely behind him were Cave Heaven Realm Cultivators also in Elder robes, and among them were the three elegantly dressed youths whose faces had been swollen by Xiao Pangzi and who looked extremely resentful.

"Grand Elder! It's them!"

The fan-wielding youth pointed at Xiao Ruobai and the other two, his voice sharp.

"It was that dead fatty who struck first! And the other two, they are accomplices!"

A low murmur arose from the surrounding crowd.

"So it's a vendetta... It seems those three young men offended Cloud Mist Sect Disciples earlier."

"Cloud Mist Sect Disciples have always been arrogant, it's not surprising for them to cause trouble outside. But I didn't expect them to be so protective, even sending an Elder-level figure to chase after them for a junior's dispute..."

"To personally come and trouble a few juniors with the dignity of a Heavenly Human Realm Cultivator, the Cloud Mist Sect's magnanimity is a bit too small."

"Shh... keep it down! The Cloud Mist Sect people are the most vengeful. Although the Vast Righteous Sect is above them in Yun Province, they are still a formidable force that we cannot afford to offend!"

The Heavenly Human Realm Elder's gaze swept coldly over Xiao Ruobai and the other two, his eyes filled with disdain and anger.

"Hmph! Mere Loose Cultivators, daring to lay hands on my Cloud Mist Sect people?

Sever your own arms, kneel and kowtow in confession, and hand over all your storage Magical Artifacts. This Elder might consider leaving you with a complete corpse!"

A powerful Spiritual Pressure, like an invisible mountain, pressed down on Xiao Ruobai and the other two, attempting to make them kneel on the spot.

These unreasonable and overbearing words made some of the observing Cultivators frown slightly, yet no one dared to speak out to stop him.

The reputation of the Cloud Mist Sect was enough to keep them silent.

Xiao Pangzi's Qi and blood churned under the Spiritual Pressure, his chubby face flushed red, yet he acted as if nothing was wrong, putting his hands on his hips and starting to curse.

"Oh my! Who do we have here? So the old one comes out when the young ones get beaten! Old geezer, did you look in the mirror before you left?"

"Look at all those wrinkles on your face, they're almost enough to trap flies, and you're still trying to act tough?

Where were you hiding when these little wastes of yours were provoking us? Now you come out trying to act like a big shot?"

This fierce and sharp tirade almost made some of the surrounding Cultivators burst out laughing, but they quickly held it in. On one hand, they found this fatty's guts unbelievably big, daring to insult a Cloud Mist Sect Elder like that. On the other hand, they also worried for him.

"Courting death!"

A cold glint flashed in the Heavenly Human Realm Elder's eyes, completely losing patience, and he casually flicked his sleeve!

Boom! A condensed cyan palm print appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, and slammed down fiercely towards the three!

The onlookers let out a gasp.

"It's the Cloud Mist Sect's Cloud-Dispelling Palm! Its power is immense! These three are probably in for it!"

"Alas, what a pity... To fight here truly defiles this Holy Land of Dao enlightenment."

"The Cloud Mist Sect's actions are indeed ruthless and unforgiving!"

In his opinion, this palm strike was enough to crush these three ignorant juniors into a meat paste.

Facing this deadly strike, Xiao Ruobai's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward!

His right fist clenched, golden battle Qi instantly condensed, meeting the palm print!

But at the moment he threw the punch, he subtly winked his right eye towards Fang Hanyu and Wang Xiaopang.

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collided, emitting a muffled thud.

Xiao Ruobai's fist light barely held off the palm print, but his body swayed violently as if struck by a giant hammer, his face instantly turning ashen white, and a trickle of blood "just right" flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He staggered back several steps, only to be barely supported by Fang Hanyu, who had already understood and stepped forward at the opportune moment.

The cyan palm print then dissipated.

Just as Xiao Ruobai winked, Fang Hanyu's fingers on his sword hilt imperceptibly tapped twice, and Wang Xiaopang's hand, seemingly flailing in anger, drew a tiny circle in the air.

Between the three, there was no need for words; a glance, a tiny action, and they instantly understood each other's intention — to bait, to trap, to counter-kill!

"Oh? You can actually take a palm from me? It seems you have some skill, but you are still ants! Go together, take them down!"

Seeing this, the people behind him all conjured their Magic Treasures and, cooperating with the Elder's renewed attack, surrounded them.

Fang Hanyu's Primordial Sword was drawn half an inch, its sword light flickering. He seemingly resisted with all his might, but was shaken, his Qi and blood churning. He guarded Xiao Ruobai, retreating step by step.

Wang Xiaopang was even more "flustered," throwing out a few low-grade Talismans, which exploded into a few fireballs, but they did not hinder the attack in the slightest, his chubby face filled with "panic."

"Oh dear! Big Brother, you're spitting blood! Second Brother, quickly hold them off!"

Wang Xiaopang, acting dramatically, let out a pig-like wail, struggling to support Xiao Ruobai's arm. He ran while shouting back, his tone full of grief and indignation.

"Old scoundrel! You just wait for us! No gentleman would fail to avenge this! Once we recover, we will make sure your Cloud Mist Sect is left with nothing alive! ...Oh no! Run, run, he's catching up!" His exaggerated performance even made Fang Hanyu's lips twitch almost imperceptibly.

Fang Hanyu's sword light receded, and he followed closely behind.

The three's escaping lights scattered, their Qi fluctuating erratically, appearing utterly disheveled.

"Trying to escape? Today, you won't get away even with wings!"

The Heavenly Human Realm Elder sneered, convinced that the opponents were at the end of their rope. His body moved, transforming into a streak of light, relentlessly giving chase.

He did not notice that the direction the three in front were fleeing was becoming increasingly desolate, with crumbling ruins everywhere, an excellent place for murder and silencing.

After chasing for a moment, until an ancient square surrounded by giant broken stone pillars and a ground covered with deep cracks, Xiao Ruobai and the other two suddenly stopped, turning to face their pursuers.

The Heavenly Human Realm Elder and his three subordinates instantly landed, forming a circle around them, their faces displaying the playful cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Run? Why aren't you running anymore?" The fan-wielding youth sneered.

"This place, as your burial ground, saves us the trouble of digging a pit!"

The Elder stood with his hands behind his back, his tone chilling: "Kneel now, and perhaps you'll die a quicker death."