Star Sky Professional

Less than a hundred miles from Three Python Mountain, in a sunken part of the hills.

Within the valley, the eel of death soared towards the sky, with countless runes flashing chaotically.

The rocky canyon walls were crisscrossed and jagged, and the ground was pitted, every crevice a testament to the scars left by the strikes of magic treasures.

The fierce clash of mana from two cultivators at the Core Formation Late Stage resounded, and yet all was obscured by an array guarding the mouth of the valley and above the Sky Dome, preventing anything from spreading outward.

"Huo Moqing! The Xuantian Sect will not let you go!"

Alongside a scream filled with bitter anguish, a middle-aged cultivator with a golden crown lay fallen on the ground, his chest pierced with a large hole, as if his True Core had been gouged out, dying with his eyes wide open.

"Heh heh... Had I not needed to stop you from sending out even the slightest bit of a message, why would I go to all this trouble... In a real fight, you wouldn’t last ten moves against me..."

Huo Moqing gazed at the golden-crowned middle-aged man, smirking several times: "However, slaying a Core Formation Late Stage cultivator of the Righteous Path will earn me a bountiful reward when I return."

This Core Formation Late Stage cultivator not only hailed from the Xuantian Sect but had even condensed an Upper Sect True Core.

Even amidst the ranks of Nascent Soul Sects, he was a figure of considerable standing. This time, he had come on a mission from his sect to recruit that Immortal Golden Core cultivator.

Little did he expect to fall into an ambush and meet his end here.