Chapter 217 - 145: Taking People’s Money, Eliminating Their Disasters

Chapter 217: Chapter 145: Taking People’s Money, Eliminating Their Disasters

"And that boy over there, the Spiritual Power in your body seems incredibly pure. Old Evil has changed his mind. Old Evil will devour you instead. The taste of that Spiritual Power will surely be exquisite."

In the short time it took to exchange those few words, the distance between the two parties had drastically shortened.

The two heavily injured Elders of the Cyan Mist Sect were already unable to fly at their peak speeds. Now, forced to carry so many disciples while trying to accelerate, their flight capabilities were severely compromised.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the distance between them had shrunk to less than a mile.

"Young Master Qin, we leave Wan Ning and the others in your hands," Song Changlin said. "We ask for nothing else but for you to safely deliver them back to the Cyan Mist Sect. Even if only one of them makes it back alive, as long as the item is delivered, the two of us will be able to die in peace."

Knowing they could not escape, Song Changlin decisively handed Mu Wan Ning and the others over to Jiang Hao and turned back to charge at their pursuers.

"This old man will fight you to the bitter end!"

"Young Master Qin, take Wan Ning and the others and go, quickly!"

"Grandfather!"

Watching Song Changlin dash toward the three Great Powers of Transcendence from the Demon Sect, Mu Wan Ning finally cried out the address she usually avoided using in public.

Only then did Jiang Hao realize that the young woman and Song Changlin shared such a bond.

Yet, compared to Mu Wan Ning’s grief, the dozens of Cyan Mist Sect disciples only cared about fleeing as fast as possible.

"Young Master Qin, Elder Song already gave his word. Please, take us far away from here!" one of the Cyan Mist Sect Cultivators immediately urged Jiang Hao. "The Elders won’t be able to hold them off for long."

Before Great Powers of Transcendence, they had nowhere to run; their speeds weren’t even on the same level. Without a Mortal Transformation Cultivator carrying them in flight, it was impossible to escape with their lives.

Jiang Hao, however, acted as if he hadn’t heard them. He even stopped flying altogether, turning around to stand quietly in the void as he watched the unfolding scene like a spectator at a play.

He wanted to see exactly how terrifying the attacks of the so-called older generation were. This would help him gauge his own standing among older Cultivators, making it easier to estimate his enemies’ strength in the future.

But to the others, this sight struck them with sheer panic.

"Young Master Qin, what are you stopping for? We need to leave!"

Seeing the white-clad youth remain completely indifferent, everyone grew frantic.

At the same time...

BOOM!

An earth-shattering battle erupted over the mountain range. The five Great Powers of Transcendence fought desperately, unleashing their peak strength from the very first move. The clash instantly reached a fever pitch.

It had to be said that Great Powers of Transcendence were Great Powers of Transcendence for a reason. Even though Song Changlin and the other Elder were heavily injured, the power they exerted was still terrifying enough to make one tremble.

After about a dozen breaths, however, Jiang Hao found himself rather surprised.

He wondered, "Older generation Cultivators, terrifying Great Powers who stepped into the Mortal Transformation Realm years ago... is that all?"

"Why does it feel like they aren’t even as strong as those Saint Sons and Saintesses from the Celestial Sword Sect who just stepped into Mortal Transformation?" Jiang Hao muttered to himself. He thought, "It seems I thought too highly of these old guys. With combat power like this, is it even worth running for our lives?"

Of course, Jiang Hao wasn’t focusing on the strength of Song Changlin and his companion, but rather on the three Mortal Transformation Cultivators from the Demon Sect.

After watching for a moment longer, Jiang Hao completely lost interest. These five old men were clearly no exceptional figures; they had probably been nobodies in their youth as well. But it made sense. Any ordinary genius wouldn’t have waited until this age to finally enter Mortal Transformation.

With this in mind, Jiang Hao slowly turned his head toward the heartbroken Mu Wan Ning beside him and couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Mu, if I were to kill these three old guys, could the Cyan Mist Sect increase my reward?"

RUMBLE!

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone jolted in shock, freezing slightly in their tracks.

Even the deeply sorrowful Mu Wan Ning subconsciously turned her beautiful eyes toward the figure in white.

But they quickly recovered from their shock.

"Young Master Qin, what... what did you just say? Are you crazy, or are we?"

The crowd couldn’t process it for a moment. What did that youth just say? He was actually threatening to kill those three Great Powers of Transcendence from the Demon Sect? It felt as though they had just heard the biggest joke in the world.

They all thought, "Senior Sister Wan Ning, oh, Senior Sister Wan Ning. With your thirty thousand Middle-grade Spirit Stones, just what kind of weirdo did you hire? He actually claims he’s going to slaughter three Great Powers of Transcendence!"