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Boom!

The explosive sound barely registered in his ears as the shield finally couldn't withstand the wave of energy. It shattered into pieces with a loud crack.

Puff…

Summer Hao's chest heaved as blood surged, despite his desperate attempts to calm himself. A mouthful of blood spewed from his lips, but at this moment, he had no time or energy to think about it. With a flash, he vanished without a trace.

Teleportation!

Although not as swift as Nine Heavens Micro-step, it was still quite impressive.

This old fellow named Xia was also decisive. Seeing the situation deteriorating, he fled for his life. A gentleman takes his revenge ten years later; as long as he survives, there will be an opportunity to retaliate.

"Move!"

However, Ilyan Fine could not be easily intimidated. With a flick of her hand, a spell shot out from her fingertips. The black demon bird raised its talons and slashed at the void space.

An incredible scene unfolded before their eyes.

A spatial rift appeared in front of them.

The demon bird then dove into it without hesitation.

"Secret technique to tear through space?"

Lin Xuan was equally stunned, as he had heard that among all true spirits, the phoenix, known as the king of birds, excelled at spatial techniques.

Tearing through space was indeed a divine skill of the phoenix. Although this one only showed a hint of it, it seemed to require a treasure to be used.

This situation was quite unusual; Lin Xuan had never encountered anything like it before.

Despite his curiosity, he felt no fear. He had played with fire many times and was not afraid of it.

The moment the demon flames appeared, the Illusory Heavenly Fire was eager to join in. After all, this strange flame had evolved a bit of intelligence, or what could be called spiritual awareness.

The battle concluded, but most people were still in shock. Ilyan Fine was preparing to escape. Although she was arrogant and domineering, she wasn't stupid. Killing the sect's top disciple at the main hall of Shalang Sect would have been a severe blow to their reputation.

She needed to leave quickly before being surrounded and attacked.

The Thirty-Six Stratagems: Escape!

Before leaving, he turned back to call out, "Beautiful lady, what are you still doing here? Hurry and get away from this dangerous place."

"Oh."

Ilyan Fine was initially stunned but soon realized her situation. If she had been caught by Summer Hao at the beginning, she would have been offered as a gift to the demon Shalang. But now, things were different.

Killing an important figure of their sect meant that they would not rest until she was soulless and spiritless.

Thinking this, she quickly transformed her appearance with a dazzling aura and flew towards the market area, vanishing into the horizon in a few flashes.

The surrounding cultivators naturally scattered like birds fleeing from a storm. With Shalang's top disciple dead here, who knew how angry that old man would be? If he couldn't find the culprit, they might become his scapegoats.

No one wanted to suffer such misfortune.

They ran as fast as possible.

Lin Xuan was no exception but took a different direction. He turned into an unnoticeable grayish streak of light, following Ilyan Fine.

"Helping is helping to the end; sending a Buddha to the West. Even though I didn't fight, since I decided to get involved, I must ensure that Lady Ilyan can escape safely. Whether we are friends or not, she's my sworn sister, and I value loyalty."

Ilyan Fine's direction matched Ilyan Fine's, and he slowed down to match her speed.

"Look at me, how amazing am I? That guy was a late-stage Separation Realm cultivator, yet I easily defeated him. You don't need to thank me; my nature is to help the weak. Rest assured, with my protection, you will be safe from their clutches."

Ilyan Fine's self-aggrandizing voice echoed in Lin Xuan's ears, even though he was familiar with her character.

Her exaggerated image seemed too much for him. Could it be a facade?

This was indeed an unconventional way to play the role of a pig-eating tiger.

Regardless, Ilyan Fine's boasting continued, and Lin Xuan dismissed such thoughts. She genuinely enjoyed this persona.

Lin Xuan shook his head. Since entering the cultivation world, he had seen many powerful individuals, but none as unique as her. This confirmed an old saying: "A hundred people, a hundred faces." He couldn't fathom her behavior, but she was undoubtedly strong. Only Tian Xiaojian could match him in terms of pressure.

Even Lin Xuan found Ilyan Fine's personality unbearable. Her expression on Lady Ilyan's face was even more awkward. Refusing would be ungrateful since she had saved his life. Agreeing meant dealing with her thick skin and self-aggrandizing words, which made her sound insincere.

How could there be such cultivators?

If not for witnessing it firsthand, she wouldn't believe that a powerful individual, let alone one who challenged higher ranks, was standing before her.

Was this the so-called "a true man doesn’t show his hand"? Or were all powerful individuals eccentric? Poor Lady Ilyan, lost in thought, but her speed increased as they approached.

They both knew the danger of being caught. The Shalang Sect might not match the Nine Immortal Palace's power, but it had a senior-level True Profound Realm elder.

They maintained a safe distance, Lin Xuan’s concealment and retraction technique was indeed powerful, and his estimation of Ilyan Fine's strength from their battle made him cautious.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall of Shalang Sect's main headquarters, an elderly man in a black robe was enjoying himself. Before him were beautiful maids dancing gracefully, and beside him were strange-looking female cultivators serving him food and drinks.

The old man smiled broadly, knowing his current state of cultivation made it unlikely to advance further or survive the next energy cycle. However, with his knowledge of longevity techniques, he had a thousand years left. He should enjoy himself while he could.

Fine wine, beautiful women, fine cuisine—life was meant to be enjoyed. Even if he couldn't achieve immortality, at least this life would be filled with pleasure.

Just as the old man was sipping his fine wine, his expression changed suddenly. He reached out and a pearl the size of a dragon's eye appeared before him, but it had several visible cracks on its surface.

Shalang's demon elder's face darkened. His top disciple had fallen. Although Summer Hao wasn't the most powerful among his disciples, he was undoubtedly one who pleased him the most.

Furious!

Summer Hao should be at the main hall now. Could someone dare to provoke him? This showed they didn’t respect him. The old man’s anger was palpable as the temperature in the room dropped dramatically.

The maids were unaware of what had happened, but their master's bad mood was obvious. They all trembled with fear.

As the saying goes, "When a king is angry, rivers flow with blood." This True Profound Realm monster's wrath was just as deadly.

"Go down."

Shalang’s true man’s voice echoed in the hall. The maids were overjoyed but remained respectful and left slowly.

Suddenly, a fiery light entered the hall. As it dimmed, a cultivator of about thirty years old appeared, dressed in black, exuding an icy aura.

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