CHAPTER 817: CHAPTER 817: YOUR STRENGTH IS STILL TOO WEAK

Seeing the hint of killing intent in Zhu Fei’s eyes, Bai Tianyue immediately sensed something was amiss.

However, he was a decisive person; the moment he realized the impending rupture between them, he struck first.

A silken dust whisk abruptly shot from Bai Tianyue’s hand, weaving a web in the air, suddenly enveloping Zhu Fei!

"Elder Xiu Wen, let’s go!"

Bai Tianyue shouted loudly, his entire being transforming into a streak of light, tearing through the void, planning to flee swiftly.

It was apparent that Bai Tianyue was very rational.

He knew the disparity between his group and Zhu Fei, aware that even if they fought with all their might, they might not be Zhu Fei’s match.

Therefore, from the start, he didn’t use any aggressive divine skills. Instead, he sacrificed a High Grade Dao Artifact to create an escape opportunity.

But what was more surprising was Luo Xiwen. Despite her impulsive stance earlier, acting as if she would fight Zhu Fei to the death,

at this moment, her escape speed was not inferior to Bai Tianyue’s.

Her graceful form flickered, leaving behind blurred illusions in the void, confusing Zhu Fei while her true self had already escaped a hundred miles away.

"Haha, it seems I can’t underestimate you. As expected of people from a Ninth Grade Sect, whether attacking or fleeing, you indeed have your ways."

Zhu Fei murmured with a slight smile, yet his eyes were filled with intense, icy killing intent!

He suddenly raised his hand and then swept it down forcefully.

In the next second, a palm print a thousand feet long abruptly descended upon the remaining Biyun Sect members!

The members of Biyun Sect were in utter shock. They tried to tear through the void to escape, but were horrified to discover that no matter how hard they tried, the void seemed frozen, refusing to budge!

Then came a loud rumbling sound, as the massive palm print, crackling with lightning, rapidly enlarged in their pupils.

"Ah, no!"

Many screamed in terror, including those Tribulation Crossing Practitioners who earlier intended to trap Zhu Fei.

Under the horrified and desperate gaze of all the Biyun Sect members, Zhu Fei’s Heavenly Vault Hand finally crashed down!

In an instant, the void seemed to vibrate violently, and hundreds of practitioners who came intending to ambush the Assassination Pavilion perished under Zhu Fei’s strike!

In the distance, Bai Tianyue and Luo Xiwen, fleeing with all their might, felt the energy surge behind them, their hearts sinking heavily.

They knew that the sect members they brought this time were likely all dead from that attack.

Realizing it was all because of Zhu Fei, deep resentment brewed in their hearts towards him.

No matter who you are, this hatred, my Biyun Sect will never forget. In the future, even if it costs everything, we will destroy you and your sect utterly!

Almost simultaneously, this thought arose in both Bai Tianyue and Luo Xiwen’s minds.

The two were traversing the void with all their strength. Just when they thought they might escape this crisis by luck, they were shocked to find the void ahead inexplicably sealed!

"This can’t be!" The two exclaimed.

"Nothing is impossible."

Unbeknownst to them, Zhu Fei’s figure had already appeared right in front of them.

His voice sounded slightly indifferent, but to Bai Tianyue and Luo Xiwen’s ears, it was undoubtedly a demonic chant from the Nine Netherworld, causing their bodies to tremble involuntarily.

"No! You can’t kill us!"

Bai Tianyue shouted, retreating continuously, a swift light suddenly shot towards the back of Zhu Fei’s head, silent yet filled with endless killing intent!

Zhu Fei’s gaze turned cold, "Humph! Truly an old fox, acting so convincingly."

With a "bang," a spiral storm exploded behind Zhu Fei, slicing the void into countless black spatial rifts.

"Wow——"

At that moment, Luo Xiwen’s silhouette suddenly flew out from the void three meters away from Zhu Fei, spewing large mouthfuls of blood.

Bai Tianyue stood stupefied, staring at Zhu Fei, no longer able to hide the fear on his face.

"You, you, you... how is this possible?"

Zhu Fei shook his hand, looking at Bai Tianyue indifferently, a trace of mockery quietly appearing at the corner of his lips.

"Trying to ambush me? Unfortunately, your strength is just too weak. Before absolute power, all schemes are futile. It’s over."

With that, Zhu Fei spared not another glance at Bai Tianyue and Luo Xiwen, his figure flickering as he vanished entirely.

Bai Tianyue and Luo Xiwen stared blankly in the direction Zhu Fei left, feeling inexplicably confused.

"What... what does he mean? Is he just letting us go like this?"

Luo Xiwen took a pill, looking suspiciously at Bai Tianyue.

Bai Tianyue shook his head, the fear in his eyes not diminishing, but growing more intense.

"No! He will definitely not let us go just like this; we are doomed."

"Boom——"

Just as Bai Tianyue finished speaking, a red line suddenly appeared in the void ahead of them.

That red line was dazzling, terrifying, gruesome...

In less than half a breath, the void where they stood was engulfed by an endless explosion!

Divine Skill... Explosion!

Zhu Fei stood in the distant void, his sight seemingly penetrating multiple layers of space, directly gazing at Bai Tianyue and Luo Xiwen’s position.

He slowly withdrew his hand, and two storage rings were already in his palm.

Then, without any pause, his figure flickered, swiftly escaping into the depths of Qingmei Mountain.

...

At the Assassination Pavilion, on a massive square radiating strong array light.

There gathered not less than ten thousand people, among whom two extraordinarily beautiful women in plain white dresses were looking indifferently at a grey-robed old man.

This old man, who seemed to be in his seventies or eighties, had a deep black scar on the right side of his face, exuding a vile and sinister aura.

Currently, he was also looking at the two women in white dresses, though his gaze mostly fell on a serene-looking girl who resembled a porcelain doll.

"Huan Sha, don’t blame me for not warning you. This is my last warning. Your own disciple’s mess must be dealt with by her personally.

Moreover, Xie Yunfei taking a liking to her is her good fortune, don’t be ungrateful. Otherwise, even if you are Luo Pavilion Master’s direct disciple, I, Ghost Hand, will not spare you!"

The grey-robed old man, who called himself Ghost Hand, spoke coldly to the girl named Huan Sha, leaving no room for negotiation.