Many years ago, the Saint Yuanjue left the Great Sui to travel the world, and since then, his whereabouts had remained unknown.
It was rumored that he went in search of opportunities to break through to the innate stage, while others whispered that he was nearing the end of his life and, unwilling to accept his fate, sought out immortality.
Who could have expected that the Saint Yuanjue would return to the Great Sui at this time, and that he would coincidentally run into him.
The roar just now was undoubtedly the famous Lion’s Roar of Xuanji Temple, a renowned skill in the martial world.
This was the first time Qin Sang had ever seen true qi take form, condensing into a fist that could shatter the air.
Qin Sang's figure flickered as he retreated swiftly, while the Reckless Monk snorted coldly, swinging his arm with sudden force.
Whoosh!
A chain of iron shot out, cutting through the air like a crystalline water line, swiftly heading toward Qin Sang under the moonlight.
Unexpectedly, just as the chain reached the midway point, it suddenly lost its force, flying a short distance further before it ran out of momentum and clattered to the ground. The Reckless Monk's eyes rolled back as he collapsed backward without warning.
Bang!
The Reckless Monk's corpse hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and a few scattered leaves, no longer breathing.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The Saint Yuanjue glanced at the Reckless Monk's corpse, then turned his gaze sharply to Qin Sang and the black banner in his hand, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
"You are an immortal cultivator!"
Qin Sang, holding the Yan Luo Banner, stood at a distance with a cold gaze, speaking in a calm tone, "Old Monk, I had no desire to commit more killings. If you leave now, I'll spare your life."
Although his words were confident, Qin Sang was secretly distressed.
After killing the Reckless Monk, Qin Sang ordered King Yan to attack Saint Yuanjue, but King Yan refused to obey.
Usually, when King Yan encountered a living person, it was as if he had found a delicious meal. Without needing Qin Sang's orders, he would rush forward eagerly to savor the fresh soul.
But now, facing the old monk, he seemed afraid, cowering in the shadows, not daring to approach.
Although the old monk was aged, his qi and blood were extraordinarily vigorous, something Qin Sang had never encountered before. Additionally, the old monk’s true qi was peculiar, with his fist shadows burning red like fire, making him resemble a blazing sun—the bane of all evil spirits.
The black-clad villain was able to use the Yan Luo Banner to perish together with an immortal master who wielded a flying sword, yet now he was afraid of a mere mortal expert at the innate stage.
Qin Sang vaguely guessed the reason.
Qin Sang felt his heart clench in fear, knowing he stood no chance against Saint Yuanjue. He turned and fled.
Seeing this, Saint Yuanjue was overjoyed, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he laughed wildly. "Where do you think you're going, young brat? Hand over the immortal cultivation methods, and I will spare your life!"
The first sentence still came from behind him.
The second sounded right by his ear.
By the time the last sentence echoed, a figure flashed before Qin Sang, and the monk, as if strolling leisurely, had already overtaken him and blocked his path.
A withered hand, seemingly slow but actually swift, reached out to grab him.
Qin Sang's hair stood on end. He desperately used the Shadowless Steps, darting left and right like a headless fly, but no matter how erratically he moved, that hand was always in front of him.
"Get back here, you damn thing!"
Qin Sang frantically recited the incantations of the Yan Luo Banner, cursing inwardly, but saw the hand rapidly enlarging before his eyes. His heart filled with bitterness and deep unwillingness.
"My life is over!"
Unexpectedly, the Saint Yuanjue didn’t snap Qin Sang’s neck but instead snatched the Yan Luo Banner from his hand.
Saint Yuanjue looked at the Yan Luo Banner, his eyes brimming with ecstatic joy. He gazed at Qin Sang as if he were a treasure trove, his fingers darting out like lightning, about to seal Qin Sang's acupoints, when suddenly his body stiffened.
Qin Sang was overjoyed. He let out a low roar, lunged forward, and slammed into the monk's arm, snatching back the Yan Luo Banner. With all his strength, he stabbed the banner's pole into the monk's throat, sinking it almost entirely.
Splat!
Blood sprayed all over Qin Sang’s face as a fountain of blood burst from the monk’s neck, and he fell backward.
Qin Sang collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, like a bellows. He stared at the motionless monk, still shaken.
Saint Yuanjue was the most terrifying enemy he had encountered since arriving in this world; an innate stage expert was truly fearsome.
After the initial shock, Qin Sang couldn't help but reflect.
Over the past year, he had been invincible; no expert could withstand King Yan, and his mindset had inevitably shifted, making him dismissive of mortals, thinking he could roam the world freely.
This time, he had nearly lost his life, and only now did he realize the importance of caution. From now on, no matter who he faced, he must be careful.