209: Hunting

However, this time, he was truly discovered.

One of the men suddenly stepped out.

The longsword in his hand emitted a chilling glow.

"Who's there? Come out!"

With that, he swept his longsword across.

The final point of his sword light landed right at the feet of the middle-aged Cultivator.

The middle-aged Cultivator saw this and fell silent, knowing he had been completely exposed.

He no longer hid, stepping out from the shadows.

"Fellow Daoist, I am merely passing by with no ill intent, nor am I of the Yao Race."

The Yao Race naturally wouldn't treat the Human Race kindly, even if they had common goals; a clash was inevitable when their paths crossed.

Once there was a conflict of interest, the consequences were imaginable.

The middle-aged Cultivator was well aware of this, which is why he revealed his identity as soon as he appeared.

The sword-wielding man's expression softened slightly, but he still didn't lower his guard.

"Why are you here?"

"Why must this Fellow Daoist make things difficult for me? You and I are of the Human Race; our appearance here is naturally for a unified goal."

"That Ruthless Ones Successor is incredibly brutal, ferocious, and bloodthirsty. I naturally must eliminate this great scourge for the world, even if it means my own demise, I will not hesitate."

The middle-aged Cultivator spoke with righteous indignation, his face filled with loyalty.

Anyone who didn't know might really believe he cared for the common people of the world.

But in reality, these were just platitudes.

The Ruthless Ones Successor possessed astonishing strength, and these Cultivators, despite their age, remained unknown in the world.

At this moment, he was simply trying to embellish himself, but no one would believe it.

The sword-wielding man smiled upon hearing this, his expression becoming friendly.

"So it's a Fellow Daoist; it seems both you and I are here to search for the Ruthless Ones Successor."

"Precisely." The middle-aged Cultivator, whose thoughts had been pointed out, showed no embarrassment on his face. Instead, he nodded steadily.

"Exactly so."

As his voice fell, the sword-wielding man put away his longsword and let out a bitter laugh.

"Sigh, I've been searching here for nearly a week, and I still have no clues."

The middle-aged Cultivator heard this, clasped his hands behind his back, adopting the demeanor of a master.

"I can't believe you've been here so long without any gains."

At these words, the sword-wielding man's expression immediately changed, then he said excitedly, "Could it be that Fellow Daoist has a clue?"

"No." The middle-aged Cultivator's expression remained unchanged, still maintaining the demeanor of a master, but his words made the sword-wielding man stumble.

If you don't have a clue, why are you acting so mysterious!?

But then again, it wasn't just these Loose Cultivators who came to seek the Ruthless Ones Successor.

There were also the Holy Land Masters of top Holy Lands, and Ancient aristocratic families, who possessed far more search methods than they did.

It was even rumored that some of these top powers had the ability to glimpse a corner of the future and deduce the hiding place of the Ruthless Ones Successor.

Yet, even with such Heaven-Defying methods, after so much time, no one had heard of any family finding this Ruthless Ones Successor.

As for these Loose Cultivators, their initial goal was just to try their luck.

Thinking of this, the sword-wielding man's expression gradually calmed down.

"Since that's the case, let's part ways! Perhaps we'll stumble upon great fortune later."

The middle-aged Cultivator nodded upon hearing this.

Then he left in the opposite direction, but at the same time, he had already formed a hand seal in his heart.

It was natural to be a little more cautious when traveling.

And facts proved that his caution was correct.

Just as he turned and walked a few steps, a terrifying aura suddenly came from behind him.

The sword-wielding man suddenly died, and a dark light shot straight over.

Even with the middle-aged Cultivator's precautions, he was instantly killed by a single blow.

Flesh and blood flew, and his Divine Soul was extinguished.

Even the surrounding ground was directly blasted into a large pit, and the strange mist around was also dispersed, its power terrifying beyond compare.

It was not something two low-Rank small Cultivators could unleash.

The place fell into a brief silence, and after a moment.

A black shadow flashed by.

Enshrouded in mist, his face was completely obscured.

He was seen holding a mysterious Great Dao treasure bottle, beginning to absorb the blood and Qi from the area.

After a moment, the place returned to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.

Then he transformed into a black shadow again and vanished from the spot.

Not long after.

Several streams of light suddenly flew in.

Many Holy Land Masters arrived at this place together.

Among them were Holy Land Masters, Saint Lords of Ancient aristocratic families, and Heavenly Gods from other major sects and powers.

At this moment, their expressions were all extremely grim.

"It's that aura! Even if all traces here have been erased, I can still feel it."

"Indeed, this aura has just dissipated; he should have left here not long ago."

Everyone discussed animatedly.

Each of them closed their eyes, sensing the residual Qi fluctuations in the Void Realm.

One of the elderly men, ancient and weathered, had an even more explosive aura.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had encountered an extremely difficult and unacceptable event.

In reality, it was true; the Yao Race's peerless Prodigy that Yaoguang Holy Son hunted in the Demon Domain this time was his junior.

He had poured so much effort into him, yet he couldn't even see him embark on the Emperor Road, his heart already filled with extreme rage.

He wished he could eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Of course, it was only because the Dao of the supreme heavenly heart Great Emperor was still suppressing it; otherwise, this time, an Ancient Saint would surely have descended.

At this moment, the old man closed his eyes, sensed the aura, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Everyone, lend me a hand! I can forgo everything on him, but I must dismember him into a thousand pieces!"

The Emperor of the Nine Li Dynasty also had a grim expression, but compared to this Yao Race powerhouse, his emotions were much better.

After all, so much time had passed since this incident, and they had searched for so long without any effective clues.

Even his previous efforts to send people to search for so long were just a waste of time.

Even though he was furious, he was not as volatile as he was at first.

But he still offered an irresistible reward.

"I know some people or families have the ability to deduce. I won't ask you to exert yourselves for nothing. For one attempt, I will give a pound of divine essence. If there is severe damage, I will personally offer a sacred medicine for healing."

As these words fell, everyone present's expressions changed, clearly showing signs of agitation.

How easy was it to catch the Ruthless Ones Successor?

After so long without success, it was clear that his concealment methods were extremely special.

Moreover, he also possessed a Supreme Emperor Weapon; if things escalated, a Supreme Emperor Weapon would likely be needed.

For powers without a Supreme Emperor Weapon to guard them, trying to snatch something from these Ancient aristocratic families was too difficult.