"H-how's this possible?!"
"Elder Chen Tong was a powerhouse at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage, but he was killed in just a blink of an eye?"
"Before Elder Chen Tong attacked, he said he would kill the purple-clad young man in one move. However, the purple-clad young man only used two moves to kill him!"
"Who's this purple-clad young man? Why is he so terrifying? "
"He killed a powerhouse at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage as though he was killing a chicken … I'm afraid this purple-clad young man is at least at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage, right?"
…
The group of patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace looked at Duan Ling Tian in disbelief after they recovered from their shock.
There were even a few people who couldn't help but reach out to pinch their own thighs and give themselves a slap, as if they wanted to verify whether they were dreaming or not.
"H-he's so powerful?"
Ding Jian Hong, the middle-aged patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace, thought the purple-clad young man would definitely die. He even thought the purple-clad young man would be killed by Chen Tong with just one move.
However, the 'reality' before his eyes had given him a bright and clear look.
Indeed, someone had been killed and turned into ashes.
However, that person was not the purple-clad young man. It was Chen Tong, an elder at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage from the Wandering Saint Palace!
Ding Jian Hong did not expect this at all.
He did not expect the purple-clad young man to possess such terrifying strength.
'He's not a powerhouse at the Fifth or Sixth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage … He's a powerhouse at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage!'
Now, Ding Jianhong was deeply aware of this point.
Ding Jian Hong was not the only one who had realized this.
Even the old patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace who wanted to stir up trouble in front of Chen Tong had realized this as well.
"Lord, please spare my life! Lord, please spare my life! "
When Duan Lingtian looked at the old patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace calmly, the old patrolling disciple trembled violently before he fell to his knees. He kept kowtowing to Duan Lingtian as he begged for mercy.
After witnessing Duan Lingtian's strength, the old patrolling disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace could not muster up the courage to resist at all.
What a joke!
Even an elder at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage like Chen Tong was killed in two moves, let alone a mere cultivator at the Third Form of the Saint Celestial Stage like him!
It was precisely because of this that he had tossed his dignity to the back of his mind and only begged the purple-clad young man before him to spare his life.
"Humph!"
Duan Ling Tian snorted coldly in response to the old elder's question.
When the elder heard Duan Ling Tian's words, he was so frightened that his body stiffened. His eyes widened as a look of despair appeared on his face.
Boom!!
Under the watchful eyes of the others, no one saw Duan Ling Tian's movement. It was as though a gust of wind had blown past the kneeling elder from the Wandering Saint Palace. A thunderous sound rang in the air as the wind blew past the kneeling elder.
After the loud explosion, the elder from the Wandering Saint Palace disappeared as though he had vanished into thin air.
All that was left behind was a lonely Spatial Ring.
The entire place fell silent again.
The remaining four patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace, led by Ding Jian Hong, did not even dare to breathe loudly. They did not even dare to look at Duan Lingtian. All of them lowered their heads as though they were waiting for Duan Lingtian's verdict.
"Wow! Daddy is so strong! He actually managed to chase them away … "
Duan Si Ling danced in Duan Lingtian's arms. Her delicate face was filled with excitement.
In her eyes, she only thought that it was her father who had chased them away, and not that he had killed them to the point where not even a speck of dust remained!
"Chased them away?"
When the four patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace heard Duan Si Ling's words, they could only smile wryly.
Was this young lady joking?
Did she not see how the Spatial Ring would automatically remove its owner after the person was gone?
"Hm?"
All of a sudden, Duan Lingtian seemed to have sensed something as he looked in the direction of the Wandering Saint Palace's estate.
After a few moments.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Accompanied by two swift whistling sounds, two ghostly figures flew over from afar, one in front and one behind.
The speed of one of them was much faster than the speed of the other.
He was the first to arrive at the place where Duan Lingtian and the others were.
"Who killed my Wandering Saint Palace's disciple?"
The person asked in a deep voice as soon as he appeared.
"Elder Lin Yuan!"
"Elder Lin Yuan!"
…
When the person appeared, Ding Jian Hong and the other patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace who were originally anxious felt relieved. They immediately bowed respectfully at the person who had just arrived.
The person who had just arrived was an old man with white hair and eyebrows. He was dressed in a long robe and had a youthful complexion. He looked like an immortal.
The four patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace were relieved because the old man was one of the strongest elders in the Wandering Saint Palace. He was at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage!
Swoosh!
Another person arrived after Elder Lin Yuan from the Wandering Saint Palace.
"Elder Peng Lai!"
"Elder Peng Lai!"
…
The four patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace immediately bowed at the person who had just arrived.
This person was also an elder from the Wandering Saint Palace. His name was Peng Lai, and he was a short and muscular middle-aged man.
Naturally, his cultivation base was slightly lower than Lin Yuan's since he was only at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage.
"Ding Jian Hong, did you crush the Communication Jade Slip and say that someone killed our Wandering Saint Palace's disciple, Chen An?"
Peng Lai asked in a deep voice as he looked at Ding Jian Hong.
When Ding Jian Hong heard Peng Lai's words, he could not help but look at the purple-clad young man who was holding a little girl in his arms.
Peng Lai and Lin Yuan followed Ding Jian Hong's gaze and looked at Duan Lingtian in unison.
"Duan Lingtian!"
Suddenly, Lin Yuan's pupils shrank, and then he roared out, his voice full of anger.
In his eyes, waves of hatred and anger rose up, as if they could burn everything!
At this moment, Lin Yuan did not look like he was looking at someone who had killed a disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace. He looked more like he was looking at his father's murderer!
"This …"
"What's going on?!"
"Elder Lin Yuan … Does he know this purple-clad young man?"
…
Upon seeing Lin Yuan's reaction, Elder Peng Lai, Ding Jian Hong, and the other patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace were dumbfounded. They did not know what was going on at all.
Based on Lin Yuan's reaction, it seemed like he knew the purple-clad young man for a long time. Moreover, it seemed like there was a deep grudge between them.
"Duan Lingtian?"
Peng Lai regained his senses after a while. He found the name familiar.
In the end, he seemed to have recalled something, and his eyes narrowed. "I remember … the person who killed Elder Lin Yuan's grandson, Lin Qi Gang, seems to be called Duan Ling Tian?"
"Could it be … him?!"
Peng Lai's heart skipped a beat when he looked at Duan Lingtian again.
"You know me?"
On the other side, Duan Ling Tian had a stupefied expression.
When the elder from the Wandering Saint Palace saw him, not only did he call out his name, but he even glared at him with hatred.
It was as though there was a grudge between them for killing his son and stealing his wife.
Duan Lingtian was certain.
This was definitely his first time meeting the elder from the Wandering Saint Palace.
"Of course, I know you!"
Lin Yuan was so angry that he laughed. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he said, "A year ago, my grandson, Lin Qi Gang, was killed by you! I didn't expect you to come knocking on my door after a year … It seems like the heavens have been kind to me! "
When Lin Yuan finished speaking, his killing intent soared into the sky. It was mixed with Devil Qi that seemed capable of piercing through the heavens.
"Lin Qi Gang?"
Duan Lingtian was stunned. Although the name sounded familiar, he could not recall where he had heard it from.
Apart from Elder Peng Lai, the other disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace who were patrolling the area narrowed their eyes in shock when they heard Duan Ling Tian's words.
"This Duan Lingtian … Is he the one who killed Elder Lin Yuan's grandson, Lin Qi Gang?"
"I heard Elder Lin Yuan's grandson was killed outside the ruin that was suspected to be left behind by a Celestial-grade Saint Inscription Master. Moreover, he was killed by a Human-Devil who was even stronger than Miss Wen Jing! I didn't expect him to be the culprit! "
"Is there something wrong with this Duan Lingtian's brain? He wants to join the Wandering Saint Palace after killing Elder Lin Yuan's grandson? "
"Humph! Don't forget he's a powerhouse at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage like Elder Lin Yuan! "
"The problem is … When he killed Elder Lin Yuan's grandson, Lin Qi Gang, he also killed Elder He Qing's son, He Sen Jie, and Elder Lu Wei's grandson, Situ Yu Ji!"
"He dares to come to the Wandering Saint Palace after offending three elders at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage? He's really bold!"
…
The patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace whispered among themselves. Although their voices were not loud, Duan Lingtian and the others could clearly hear them.
"Elder He Qing?"
Elder Peng Lai shook his head inwardly when he heard the whispers of the patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace.
That Elder He Qing had already died a year ago.
His Soul Pearl was discovered to have shattered a year ago. The Palace Master of the Wandering Saint Palace had even sent a few elders to investigate the cause of his death. However, they did not manage to find anything.
He Qing was an elder at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage after all. He was one of the pillars of the Wandering Saint Palace. For this reason, the Wandering Saint Palace had kept his death a secret.
For this reason, the disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace were unaware of his death.
"So, you're that person's grandfather!"
Realization dawned on Duan Ling Tian when he heard the whispers of the patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace as he looked at Lin Yuan again.
'As for Elder Lin Qing, he should be the elder at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage whom I killed a year ago, right? That person should be He Sen Jie's father!
However, these disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace don't seem to know that Lin Qing is dead. '
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