Bai Yufeng’s face twisted. Gritting his teeth, he said viciously, "You want us to leave our Swords and storage rings? How is that possible? Let’s go!"
With that, he turned and prepared to leave the tavern with his men.
"Shameless fools, unable to appreciate kindness!"
Luo Li’s beautiful face turned deathly pale with anger. This was the first time she had acted as a "villain." Her harsh words, however, failed to intimidate them, which irked her immensely.
"Senior Sister, we absolutely can’t let them get away!" Jun Moxiao shouted, then chased after Bai Yufeng and his followers.
Luo Li’s expression hardened, and she quickly followed.
Sword light surged like a tide.
The Disciples of Blood Cloth Sect sustained several more wounds, adding to their existing injuries, and completely lost their fighting capacity.
Jun Moxiao forcefully took the storage rings and the Swords from their hands.
Luo Li frowned. The entire third floor was a bloody mess. This tavern was run by ordinary folk. It was just a small business. Besides, the Ancestor was still dining, so it wouldn’t be good to kill people here.
So, she suppressed her killing intent.
Bai Yufeng, having been struck by seven or eight sword blows, grew increasingly pale, but his eyes still emanated a crazed arrogance.
He spat out the threat and led his junior brothers in a hasty departure from the tavern.
"Wait then. Let’s see what tricks you can possibly pull."
Jun Moxiao sheathed his Sword, sneering disdainfully.
Returning to their private room, they saw Ye Yun smiling gently at them.
Luo Li, looking ashamed, said, "Ancestor, I’m sorry for the ruckus outside just now. Did it disturb your meal?"
Ye Yun put down his chopsticks, his expression serene, and said slowly, "Is there a Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch in this city?"
"There should be..." Luo Li thought for a moment and quickly nodded. She remembered that Solitary Cloud City was indeed within the Blood Robe Sect’s sphere of influence, and they had a sub-branch here.
"What were his last words to you?" Ye Yun smiled faintly and asked gently.
"He told me to wait." Luo Li puffed out her chest and said proudly, "I’m not afraid. So what if they call more people?"
"Luo Li," Ye Yun looked up, his gaze soft, and said calmly, "Time waits for no one. You don’t need to wait either. Go directly to the Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch. Why wait? It’s pointless."
Luo Li blinked, a flash of realization in her eyes.
"I was wrong!" Luo Li, her face flushed with embarrassment, nodded vigorously. "Ancestor, you’re right! Time waits for no one, so why should I wait? Since we’ve made an enemy, we should attack directly!"
"This one is teachable," Ye Yun chuckled and picked up his chopsticks again.
In his heart, he would destroy anyone who dared to provoke him, no matter who they were. Even if it were the Heavenly Dao itself, if it angered him, he would shatter it.
Having received the Ancestor’s approval, Luo Li and Jun Moxiao hurried downstairs.
Just as they reached the entrance, a gentle voice reached their ears.
"Alright, Ancestor!" Luo Li giggled.
It seemed... the Ancestor had indeed prepared a contingency for them! This black carriage was an incredible Divine Artifact, and the Black Horse pulling it was equally mysterious and terrifying. To this day, Luo Li was still unsure what terrifying cultivation base this Black Horse had reached. Even a powerhouse of the Shaping God Realm might not be a match for the Black Horse.
Luo Li and Jun Moxiao boarded the carriage and sped towards the Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch.
Before long, she spotted several familiar figures.
Their black carriage raced past and then suddenly stopped.
An exquisitely beautiful face peeked out from the carriage window.
Upon seeing Luo Li, Bai Yufeng was shocked. He shouted, "We gave you the Swords and the storage rings! Are you still not satisfied?"
"No need to call for backup. We’re heading directly to your Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch!" Luo Li raised an eyebrow and sneered.
The sound of horse hooves echoed.
The black carriage abruptly sped off, disappearing from everyone’s sight.
"Senior Brother Bai, do those two really dare to go to the sub-branch?" one of the younger disciples nearby asked.
"Those two fools! They might be somewhat strong, but our Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch has a Shaping God Realm Elder presiding over it!" Bai Yufeng gritted his teeth and said hatefully. He secretly hoped the two of them would go to the Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch and get themselves killed.
"Haha..." The surrounding disciples laughed, but the movement aggravated their injuries, and blood began to flow freely.
The Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch was located in the northern district of Solitary Cloud City. The tavern they had been in earlier was in the southern district.
Riding in the black carriage, Luo Li and Jun Moxiao quickly arrived at the Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch.
"Who goes there? Stop!"
Seeing an unfamiliar black carriage speeding towards them, two Mysterious Pill Realm disciples guarding the gate of the Blood Robe Sect immediately moved to block the entrance.
"Get out of the way!" Luo Li waved her Sword, unleashing two blasts of Sword Qi.
The two Mysterious Pill Realm disciples were struck by the Sword Qi and collapsed, unable to get up.
The black carriage smashed through the main gate of the Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch and charged inside.
Witnessing the Black Horse’s ferocious charge, Jun Moxiao suddenly felt incredibly excited. His face beamed with exhilaration, though his body trembled slightly.
"Senior Sister, why do I feel so exceptionally thrilled?"
"Because you’re not a bad person!" Luo Li replied with a chuckle, holding her Sword.
Jun Moxiao looked at the crowd surging towards them and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "Perhaps it’s because we used to be weak and were so used to being bullied. This time... we can finally hold our heads high."
Luo Li smiled. "We are not bloodthirsty. If these people are sensible and obediently offer their weapons and storage rings, we can spare their lives."
"But if they show any killing intent, show no mercy! Kill them with a single strike!"
"Alright!" Jun Moxiao nodded in agreement.
"Junior Brother..." Luo Li looked in a certain direction, her expression full of admiration. "The Ancestor exhaled a breath of pure air, and everyone in Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge was reduced to ashes. We must also possess such decisiveness and power."
"Senior Sister, you’re right." A look of profound understanding appeared on Jun Moxiao’s face. His sword heart grew increasingly clear.
After the black carriage drove into the main square, many Disciples of Blood Cloth Sect rushed out from all directions.
Everyone stared at the black carriage in shock. Rage surged within them. These two Origin Sea Realm youngsters were too arrogant, weren’t they? They actually drove a carriage and broke down the gate of their Blood Robe Sect Sub-branch! This was a grave provocation!
"Who are you?" An emaciated elder in a blood-red robe walked out from the crowd, his face cold and stern as he stared at the two.
"You are not worthy to know!" Luo Li’s gaze was like frost, her tone resolute.
She stared at the Elder, a cultivator at the First Level of the Shaping God Realm, and said calmly, "The Disciples of Blood Cloth Sect are arrogant and tyrannical, and they deserve severe punishment. Quickly lay down your weapons, hand over your storage rings, and flee if you value your lives!"
Hearing Luo Li’s words, the Blood Robe Sect Elder, a cultivator of the Shaping God Realm, trembled with rage. His sallow, aged face instantly turned as white as frost.