Originally, Xue Pan was considering asking some questions, but after hearing the sound, his face turned pale instantly.
"Elder Xing Mo! How could it be him?"
Elder Xing Mo was the number one killer of the Blood Cloth Sect, his dark arts were unfathomable. It was said that this person's dark arts were not self-created, but were inherited from the hands of a immortal who once traveled the mortal world. Even if one only learned a little bit of the immortal's magical abilities, it would be enough to shock the martial world.
"Xue Pan, do you want to leave on your own, or do you want me to find you myself?" That ear-piercing voice echoed in the air.
This method was somewhat similar to sending a message across a thousand miles.
A person could be a thousand miles away, yet the sound would seem as if it was right next to their ear.
Xue Pan's face grew even paler.
No one understood the terror of Elder Xing Mo better than he did. In the past, he had personally witnessed Elder Xing Mo single-handedly take down a long-famous martial arts master. In the martial world, there was a list called the Divine Arts List, and only those who made it onto the list would be called masters. Xing Mo, with the ability to single-handedly take down a master, was undoubtedly powerful.
A year ago, the positions on the Divine Arts List changed, and Xing Mo's name appeared on it, ranking nineteenth! With this level of strength, in the martial world, he was already reaching the highest level.
Xue Pan could never have imagined that his own act of betrayal would attract the attention of such a powerful figure.
"It looks like you want me to come and find you myself!" The ear-piercing voice rang out again.
Immediately, a series of terrifying wails came from outside the house, sounding like ghostly howls.
Dingyan frowned.
He looked at the criminal old monster and did not know Xue Pan's whereabouts, but through a bizarre means, he spread this momentum throughout the entire town.
"Uncle, I'm scared!" Ding Chen was still a child after all. After hearing the sound of the wind, his voice began to tremble.
Dingyan sighed and patted Ding Chen's head.
Ignoring Xue Pan hiding in the corner, he walked to the table, picked up a brush, and wrote the word 'expel'. Then he tore the paper off and, with a wave of his sleeve, the paper flew and stuck to the wall.
After the characters appeared, there was a slight flicker, and all the eerie sounds in the room disappeared instantly.
Xue Pan saw the scene, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"What is this..."
Dingyan paid no attention to Xue Pan, but instead picked up Ding Chen, sat him on his lap, and handed him the brush.
"Chen'er, will uncle teach you how to draw a snail today?"
"Yes!" Ding Chen nodded.
After the eerie sounds disappeared, Ding Chen was no longer afraid, especially when Dingyan picked him up, a warm flow entered his back, making him feel full of energy.
Xue Pan sat motionless in the corner, looking at the young man teaching Ding Chen to draw, finding it hard to believe.
A deity! He actually met a rumored deity.
A single word dispelled the magical sound of the old monster, a method that only a deity could possess.
Time passed, and the magical sound outside became stronger and stronger. Despite the word written by Dingyan, Xue Pan could still faintly hear it. Xue Pan knew that it was because the old monster was getting closer.
"Am I going to die?" Xue Pan looked at Dingyan, unsure if the other party would save him.
...
The old monster walked on the street, continuously emitting a magical sound.
He couldn't believe that under his magical sound, Xue Pan could actually hold out for so long.
"It seems that this kid's skill has improved again. No wonder the sect leader asked me to personally take him back," the old monster thought to himself.
After about half a stick of incense time, the old monster finally confirmed that this method was impossible to force out Xue Pan. Stopping in his tracks, the old monster took out a skull from his belongings.
"Since I can't force him out, then I'll turn this place into a ghost land..."
The skull was a treasure the old monster had obtained many years ago, capable of releasing a wide range of toxic fog. Ordinary experts, as long as they came into contact with the poison, would be killed by it! His magical skills were also learned from within the skull. It was much more advanced than ordinary martial arts.
The old monster bit his finger, muttered a few words, and then suddenly shouted.
A peculiar hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.
"Poison!"
Inside the house, Dingyan, who was originally teaching Ding Chen to draw, suddenly paused.
He had never taken the old monster seriously, as the old monster's capabilities were of no concern to him, since he was a scattered immortal! They were in completely different worlds from the old monster, and he wouldn't interfere as long as the other party didn't come looking for trouble. But just now, Dingyan clearly felt a fluctuation of elemental power! That kind of aura could only be emitted by a magic weapon.
The next second, Dingyan's figure suddenly disappeared from the house and appeared above the town.
Just as the old monster was about to release the toxic fog, he suddenly found that his body couldn't move, and the skull also refused to obey him, turning itself to collect all the released toxic fog.
"Who!" the old monster shouted in horror.
Dingyan paid no attention to the terrified old monster, descended from the void, and with a wave of his sleeve, took the skull into his hand.
"A deity...a deity!" the old monster looked at Dingyan, his eyes full of astonishment.
A deity, to ordinary people, is a legend!
Many people do not believe in the existence of deities because they have never encountered one in their lives. The old monster was no exception. To him, deities were just a tale made up by some people. Even the so-called immortal friend in the Immortal Sect, in his view, was just an extremely powerful old monster.
But the current Dingyan had completely overturned the old monster's understanding.
Can people fly?
Feeling the terrifying force that bound his body, the old monster knew clearly that with a single thought from Dingyan, he could be crushed to death.
Dingyan held the skull, and his divine sense penetrated into it.
The skull felt extremely strange to Dingyan, like a magic weapon, but also not, as there were no traces of human refinement, as if the skull had formed naturally.
Retracting his divine sense, Dingyan pondered for a moment.
"Where did you get this skull?" Dingyan asked the old monster.
The old monster was a sixty-year-old man, his dry body covered by a black robe, looking somewhat hunched.
"I found it next to a stone pavilion in Dayan Mountain." The old monster replied truthfully.
Dingyan nodded.
With his vision, he naturally saw that the old monster was not lying.
"Dayan Mountain..." After making a mental note of the name, Dingyan casually put the skull into his sleeve and turned back toward the house.
The old monster stood there motionless, unable to move. After a long time, the binding force disappeared, and then the old monster heard an extremely calm voice.
"Get lost, and don't ever set foot here again."
Xing Lao Mo, hearing this, felt as if he had been granted an amnesty. Without caring for his own magic weapon, he turned around and displayed his lightness skills, swiftly moving away into the distance.
As for the traitor Xue Pan? Compared to his own life, what was Xue Pan!