Legend of Swordsman

His wanted notice didn't cover the entire region, only the Giant Gate City.

In Qinghe Niuzhou, he could act without restraint.

Holding a jade slip, Jiu Tong directly located the position and said, "Master, it will take three more years!"

"Too slow. Since we've left the influence of Giant Gate City, there's no need to hide here. Prepare to take action!" The old man's trembling body, as if on the verge of collapse at any moment, emitted a surge of demonic flames as he spoke.

"Unexpectedly, there's a female Dao Lord here with a unique physique. Quite a replenishing find!"

Jiu Tong was momentarily stunned, then used his Thought power to explore the hidden chamber.

Upon entering the hall, he also discovered Gong Miaoyi. With a pleased expression, he said, "Master has a keen eye. I didn't notice her at first!"

The master was the master; regardless of how discreet the prey was hiding, he could find it.

This was also a gap in strength.

Jiu Tong was only a peak-level tier 3 Emperor, while his master was a tier 4 Emperor.

There was a huge disparity in strength.

"Let's deal with that tier 2 Emperor first. These righteous Emperors, all pompous and self-righteous. A mere tier 2 Emperor, I don't know how many I've killed. Surprisingly, in front of these Dao Lords, he's acting all celestial and righteous!" The old man disdainfully laughed. The tier 2 Emperor was indeed quite out of line.

As a tier 4 Emperor, he, despite being a demon lord, had never made such a big show.

Perhaps it was because he lived in the shadows!

And the tier 2 Emperor was a righteous Emperor, deserving of respect.

Although he might oppress those wandering Dao Lords, he wouldn't casually slaughter them.

Jiu Tong revealed a dark expression, and his powerful aura instantly pulled the Qingniao Hall out of the spatial crevice.

Fighting in the spatial crevice was inconvenient. Once the Qingniao Hall was lost, those Dao Lords would instantly lose their lives.

These people were still valuable, so they couldn't be wasted like this.

As the Qingniao Hall was pulled out of the spatial crevice, its speed slowed down instantly.

Everyone in the hall stood up suddenly.

Some Dao Lords in the secret chamber rushed out as well.

Caught in the fissure of space, forcibly pulled out by a powerful force, the opposing figure was undoubtedly a mighty Emperor.

And he was hidden in the Qingniao Hall.

Because from the outside, trying to pull the Qingniao Hall out of the spatial fissure would be a direct attack, but now the Qingniao Hall seemed more like it was actively coming out.

Qingniao rushed out directly from the control room, sweat appearing on its forehead.

"I don't know which senior has come to the Qingniao Hall, this junior is ignorant, please forgive me!" He was extremely nervous at this moment and had already secretly transmitted a message to the tier 2 Emperor.

Jiu Tong helped the emaciated old man walk out of the secret chamber and said calmly, "Brother Qingniao, don't be nervous. My master and I just can't stand it and want to leave now!"

"It's all my fault. Please forgive me, Senior. Here are 50,000 godstones. Please accept them!" Qingniao turned around and directly performed a kneeling ceremony.

Others might not know, but they probably thought he was overly cautious. However, only people like Qingniao, who often ran shipping routes, understood.

Once something went wrong halfway, there was an 80 percent chance of perishing.

And the remaining 20 percent escaped relying on strength.

He couldn't see the depth of these two in front of him; they were probably both Emperors.

With just a wave of their hands or a casual move, they could kill him.

This was the Deep Wilderness, where numerous wild beasts roamed, making murder and looting too easy.

Jiu Tong couldn't be bothered to deal with them. 50,000 godstones meant nothing to them.

The orthodox path might be desolate, but the demonic path was not lacking in money.

Deals that were easy money without any risk were no simpler than murder and looting.

Killing all these people, along with the Qingniao Hall, could also yield several hundred thousand godstones.

On the righteous path, this would be the typical net worth of a tier 3 Emperor.

On the demonic path, a tier 3 Emperor's value could rival those of complete-stage tier 4 Emperors.

That's why disdain was cast upon them; after killing these individuals, everything would rightfully belong to them.

Once these people were dead, their unsightly demise would go unnoticed. There was no need to sacrifice one's prestige before these insignificant ants.

"Thinking of escaping?" Jiu Tong snorted coldly and instantly took action.

His arm extended for thousands of miles, directly seizing the tier 2 Emperor who had been hiding in the most secret chamber.

He had almost escaped just a moment ago.

"Elder, spare my life! I once followed the Venerable Lie Huo!"

"Venerable Lie Huo?" Jiu Tong sneered, "Even if the Great Venerable Lie Huo hasn't fallen, I've got you in my grasp!"

No matter how far this place was from Liuzhou, he wasn't afraid, even if the Venerable Lie Huo hadn't fallen.

Crucially, Venerable Lie Huo had already perished, and the temple had disappeared from the northern borders.

This was the domain of the Elder Palace. If it were the Enforcer Hall's people, he might still be concerned, but the name of a dead person wouldn't frighten him.

Whoosh!

A tremendous force instantly melted the tier 2 Emperor, turning him into blood that entered the body of the elderly man.

With this drop of essence, the old man's appearance slightly improved, but it was far from enough.

To fully recover, he would need to absorb the essence of a tier 4 Emperor.

Casually killing a tier 2 Emperor in front of these Dao Lords immediately caused panic.

Many started introducing themselves.

"I, Wang Kun, a son-in-law of the Dingtian Xiaojia, my ancestor is a peak tier 4 Emperor. Please spare me, Elder!"

"I am Wang Lan, the chief disciple of the Green Mist Gate. Please..."

Killing all these people, along with the Qingniao Hall members, could yield tens of thousands of godstones.

Qingniao's face turned pale as he looked at those Dao Lords who proudly declared their identities, finding the situation rather amusing.

Speaking of backgrounds, his own was formidable. If he encountered a team specializing in assassinations and announced his name, it might have some utility. However, the two individuals before him were clearly different—most likely major villains.

Survival was out of the question, especially with the approach of revealing one's identity; it might even lead to a quicker death.

Jiu Tong scanned the crowd, nodding and smiling. "You all are truly adorable. Each one of you is like a beauty, presenting one pretense after another. Keeping you alive is truly a waste of resources!"

Whoosh!

Hundreds of people who had previously stood up to declare their identities instantly transformed into blood mist, ultimately condensing into a drop of essence.

Jian Wushuang, sitting in the corner, couldn't help but exclaim, "This is something else!"

These two were even more professional than he had imagined.

It seemed they had a lot of experience in this profession.

The ability to instantly transform cultivators into essence indicated mastery of a supreme technique. Moreover, it seemed to be a profound skill related to the Blood Origin Source.

In Jian Wushuang's eyes, there was a hint of curiosity.

His knowledge of Blood Dao was limited. He had once acquired a Blood Dao Technique from Shen Ling's forces, but it wasn't a complete one. Although it was only in its early stages, the power it contained was by no means weak.

Such techniques were considered part of the demonic path, usually not practiced by ordinary people. Unless it was a demonic technique like the Heavenly Demon Art, which straddled both righteousness and wickedness and didn't pose a threat to anyone, except for the fact that its Inheritors were once demons.

Blood Dao, on the other hand, was different. Anyone who practiced it would inevitably tread the path of the demonic.

Jian Wushuang didn't dislike this kind of demonic path. In the struggle for survival, one had no choice but to accept the law of the jungle.