The middle-aged patrolling disciple looked at Duan Lingtian with fear, shock, and disbelief in his eyes.
He was afraid of the purple-clad young man's strength.
He was shocked when he saw the purple-clad young man daring to kill a disciple of the Wandering Saint Palace outside their territory.
This was the first time he had seen someone who dared to kill a disciple of the Wandering Saint Palace in their territory.
Although there had been such maniacs in the history of the Wandering Saint Palace, they were all killed by the powerhouses of the Wandering Saint Palace without exception.
"Chen An must have said something offensive to the purple-clad young man through Voice Transmission. Based on the purple-clad young man's words, it must have something to do with the twin sisters next to him!
"These twin sisters should be his women!"
The remaining patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace seemed to have realized something.
He was very familiar with Chen An, the disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace who had been killed. Therefore, he knew Chen An was a pervert who would lust after beautiful women.
He was especially fearless when it came to beautiful women who did not have any background.
'Chen An must have seen these people coming to join the Wandering Saint Palace and thought they were just Ordinary Devils with no background. I'm afraid he didn't expect to meet his match until the moment he was killed!'
The patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace thought to himself as he observed a moment of silence for Chen An.
At the same time, his eyes were filled with fear when he looked at the purple-clad young man who had killed Chen An.
The purple-clad young man was too terrifying!
He did not seem to have moved at all. Just the energy he released was enough to kill a powerhouse at the Second Form of the Saint Celestial Stage as easily as killing a chicken.
'Even Brother Hong did not have time to react when the purple-clad young man attacked. Brother Hong is a powerhouse at the Third Form of the Saint Celestial Stage. I'm afraid the purple-clad young man is not just a powerhouse at the Fourth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage.
The purple-clad young man might be a powerhouse at the Fifth or Sixth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage! '
The patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace speculated.
'However, even if he's a powerhouse at the Sixth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage, he won't be able to escape death for killing a disciple of the Wandering Saint Palace outside our territory!'
The young patrolling disciple did not doubt this at all.
A hint of pity could be seen in his eyes when he looked at Duan Ling Tian again.
Usually, a powerhouse at or above the Fifth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage could join the Wandering Saint Palace as long as he or she was willing.
For such powerhouses, the Wandering Saint Palace would usually make an exception and take them in.
However, to a certain extent, the purple-clad young man's actions were a provocation to the Wandering Saint Palace. If the Wandering Saint Palace did not execute him, their reputation would be tarnished and their reputation would be tarnished.
Therefore, he did not think that the purple-clothed young man would be able to survive today.
"If you want to call for help, then hurry up … You've been holding that voice transmission jade slip for a long time."
Duan Lingtian said calmly as he glanced at the patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace. It was as though he was talking about something insignificant.
There were almost no Dao cultivators among the demons, so there were no Dao talismans.
However, the Devil Clans still had something like a voice transmission jade slip.
Even if the Devil Clans did not have it, now that the Devil Clans had invaded the Dobusei Subterranean, they would have easily obtained many voice transmission jade slips. After all, voice transmission jade slips were not rare.
"You …"
The middle-aged patrolling disciple's eyes widened when he heard Duan Lingtian's words. He did not expect Duan Lingtian to have already discovered the voice transmission jade slip he had taken out.
The reason he did not crush the voice transmission jade slip to call for help was not because he did not know how to use the voice transmission jade slip, but he was worried the purple-clad young man would discover it if he crushed the voice transmission jade slip to call for help.
At that time, with the purple-clad young man's strength, he would be able to intercept the voice transmission jade slip and kill the middle-aged patrolling disciple.
He had already seen the purple-clad young man's strength earlier.
With that kind of strength, killing him would be as simple as killing a chicken or cutting grass!
Due to his fear of the purple-clad young man's strength, the middle-aged patrolling disciple did not crush the voice transmission jade slip. He wanted to wait for the other patrolling disciples to catch the purple-clad young man's attention before he crushed the voice transmission jade slip.
This was to prevent the purple-clad young man from intercepting the voice transmission jade slip.
However, he did not expect the voice transmission jade slip.
The purple-clothed young man had long discovered the communication jade slip in his hand that he hadn't crushed even after a long time.
"If you want to call for help, hurry up …"
At the same time, Duan Lingtian's casual words echoed in the middle-aged patrolling disciple's ears.
Even then, he did not dare to act rashly.
Who knew whether or not the other party would stop him from sending the message after he crushed the jade slip, and then kill him at the first possible moment?
"Ding Jian Hong? Why are there only two of you? Hm? Who are they? "
Ding Jian Hong, the middle-aged patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace, was still mulling over this matter when an old voice sounded from afar. Ding Jian Hong felt a sense of relief.
The other patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace finally discovered the situation.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Whoosh!
Three figures appeared along with the voice. They were an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man.
The old man was the leader of the trio. The person who had spoken was none other than the old man.
Crack!
Duan Lingtian instinctively looked at the three patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace when Ding Jian Hong finally crushed the voice transmission jade slip in his hand. A streak of light shot out and entered the Wandering Saint Palace's estate in just a blink of an eye.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The streak of light from the Voice Transmission Jade Slip caused quite a commotion. It instantly alerted the three patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace, causing their expressions to change.
At this moment, Ding Jian Hong had crushed the voice transmission jade slip. It was obvious he had encountered a troublesome situation.
Moreover, the patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace usually consisted of three patrolling disciples. Now that Ding Jian Hong was alone, the three patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace had a bad feeling about this.
"The three of you … This purple-clad young man has just killed Chen An!"
At this moment, Ding Jianhong's voice rang from the side of the three patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace.
Ding Jian Hong's Voice Transmission caused the expressions of the three patrolling disciples to change drastically.
"I didn't even have time to react when he made his move … By the time I reacted, Chen An had already been killed. Apart from a Spatial Ring, there was no trace of him at all!
From the beginning until the end, he didn't move at all. I suspect he's at least a powerhouse at the Fifth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage or even the Sixth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage! "
Before the three patrolling disciples could regain their senses, Ding Jian Hong continued to transmit his voice to them through Voice Transmission.
A powerhouse at the Fifth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage?
A powerhouse at the Sixth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage?
The three of them were so shocked that their bodies stiffened. Even the strongest person among them was only at the Third Form of the Saint Celestial Stage.
Even a powerhouse at the Fifth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage could easily kill them, let alone a powerhouse at the Sixth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage!
At this moment, Duan Lingtian shifted his gaze back to Ding Jian Hong.
Ding Jian Hong felt guilty when he saw Duan Lingtian's gaze. However, he sighed in relief when he recalled he had already sent out the message through his communication jade token.
Even if he were to die, his death would not be in vain.
Ding Jian Hong was prepared to die when he heard Duan Lingtian's lazy voice.
Ding Jian Hong was stunned when he heard Duan Lingtian's lazy voice.
"I told you to crush your communication jade token a long time ago. Why did you wait until now? Are you worried I'll stop you from sending out the message through your communication jade token?"
These were Duan Lingtian's words.
'He … He's not afraid I'll spread the message?'
At this moment, Ding Jian Hong finally realized this even though he was slow to react.
It was precisely because of this that Ding Jianhong was also puzzled in his heart. He could not figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it.
'Is he not afraid of dying?
Where does he get the confidence to do this? '
…
Just as Ding Jianhong was puzzled, a thunderous voice suddenly resounded from afar.
"An 'er!"
This thunderous voice was filled with anger and fury!
"How could I have forgotten about him?"
Ding Jian Hong's eyes brightened when he heard the voice.
The father of Chen An, the disciple who was killed by the purple-clad young man, was an elder of the Wandering Saint Palace.
Moreover, he was an elder at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage!
"Elder Chen Tong!"
"Elder Chen Tong!"
…
Soon after, a middle-aged man with a medium build flew over from afar. In just a blink of an eye, he arrived at Duan Lingtian's side. Ding Jian Hong and the other four patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace bowed at him.
The reason why the middle-aged man came here was naturally because a group of people gathered here had attracted his attention.
The middle-aged man was none other than Elder Chen Tong of the Wandering Saint Palace.
He was also the father of Chen An, the disciple who was killed by Duan Lingtian.
"Ding Jian Hong! I remember my son was patrolling with you today … Where is he?! "
Chen Tong ignored the patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace and asked coldly as he looked at Ding Jian Hong.
"Elder Chen Tong … Chen An was killed."
Ding Jian Hong felt as though he had been plunged into an ice cave when he saw Chen Tong's cold gaze.
He gritted his teeth as he turned to look at Duan Ling Tian with great difficulty.
"You … killed my son?!"
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