Chapter 661 - - 521 I want to play a game with you_1

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The three sword lights caused quite a stir, and not only did Duge and his group notice, but the Fan City County Magistrate also saw them.

The government officials became agitated, wanting to enter the villa to inspect the situation, but were stopped by the County Magistrate. Since the Qi Refiners didn’t bother with them and directly entered Dragon Willow Villa, it was clear they didn’t want to interact with the officials. Rashly trying to associate with them would be nothing but trouble.

The County Magistrate was well aware of his limitations and never acted beyond his bounds.

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Watching the three Qi Refiners heading straight to the secret chamber where the Soul Suppressing Vase was initially placed, Duge felt conflicted. Should he make a move or not?

If there had been one or two Qi Refiners, he would have acted without hesitation, but the arrival of three posed a risk; if even one escaped, it would bring deadly trouble upon him.

The speed of their sword lights wasn’t much slower than the Dark Divine Power, and that middle-aged Qi Refiner looked quite capable.

The cultivators from the first Alien Battlefield claimed to be cultivators, but their techniques were no different from the martial arts of a high-level martial world. Fighting against these Qi Refiners, who could merge with sword light, Duge had no confidence at all.

Actually, Duge preferred to ambush the Qi Refiners from Prince Duan’s estate. The Qi Refiner who made such a sinister Soul Suppressing Vase wouldn’t dare come to Dragon Willow Villa with just a few people.

These three were obviously in pursuit of Alien Warriors, who knows what sects they might be connected with behind the scenes!

However, Duge soon made a decision.

To take them down.

The bold die well-fed, the timid starve to death.

What if the Qi Refiners from Prince Duan’s estate didn’t come?

Now, he was ranked first in the Alien Battlefield. In just over twenty days, once his ranking was announced, danger would be upon him. The earlier he enhanced his strength, the earlier he’d have protection.

Moreover.

Night was his home field.

Immortal Techniques and such were only his blinds. What he truly wanted was to use the Immortal Laws and Magical Treasures to exert his Divine Power openly and honestly.

Didn’t you see that a single Soul Suppressing Vase boosted his strength by a great margin?

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“You all wait here, don’t run around, I’m going to catch those Qi Refiners,” Duge turned to instruct Long Yichen and the others, “I’ve cast the Hundred Ghosts Tracking Skill on you, I can track you within a thousand miles. If I find out you’ve run off, you’ll be in for it.”

He concocted a Spell on the spot to bluff Long Yichen and the others.

Duge concealed himself within the Dark Divine Power, inching ever closer to the three Qi Refiners. When engaging with an opponent of unknown strength, caution was the priority.

500 meters, 400 meters… 200 meters, 100 meters… 50 meters, 20 meters… 8 meters, 5 meters…

Under the cover of the Dark Divine Power, Duge hid in the shadow of the middle-aged Qi Refiner who remained oblivious.

At this point.

Duge finally put his heart in his stomach.

No matter how much the Martial Artists feared the Qi Refiners, it didn’t change the fact that they were the lowest in the Cultivation World.

He had thought too highly of them.

The Dark Divine Power came from the master of another world, and even in small quantities, it was still Divine Power, perfectly capable of crushing these low-end Qi Refiners…

The Dark God was comparable to the Immortals of this world.

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“Master, with Prince Duan fostering Evil Cultivators, it’s definitely over for him. Which of the remaining Princes do you think has a chance to ascend to the throne?” the young female disciple asked as they walked.

“Ziyun, focus more on your cultivation and worry less about mundane affairs,” the middle-aged Qi Refiner said, “No matter who takes the throne, it won’t shake the status of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Cultivate diligently, ascend to the Immortal Realm, isn’t that more carefree than being a minor god in the Mortal Realm?”

People from Dragon Tiger Mountain?

Duge was startled for a moment, his gaze instinctively went to the middle-aged Qi Refiner’s neck, contemplating whether to strike a fatal blow and leave the two younger ones for an easier fight…

Just as his eyes fell on the neck of the middle-aged Qi Refiner.

The middle-aged Qi Refiner suddenly furrowed his brows. He looked back instinctively but didn’t see anything amiss: “Ziming, Ziyun, be alert. Something about this place isn’t quite right.”

“Isn’t it?”

The male disciple named Ziming stopped, surveyed the surroundings, and finally turned his gaze towards the government officials, saying, “Could there really be Evil Demons hidden among those people?”

“It doesn’t seem to be Evil Demons; it’s more like someone is peering from the shadows.” Finally, the middle-aged Qi Refiner halted, touched his fingers together, and the Longsword on his back flew out to hover in front of him, “Fellow Daoist, why not show yourself?”

His two disciples also unsheathed their flying swords.

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Truly alert!

Duge admired his keen intuition, but stayed put within his shadow, remaining undetected.

He was a professional at this game: when unsure if there were enemies around, a simple bluff would do. If the bluff worked, it was a success; if not, there was no loss.

If the Qi Refiner were to discover him, it would have happened already, not when he was already hiding in their shadow.

No sound.

The middle-aged Qi Refiner frowned once again.

“Master, should I make a round of inspection?” the male disciple offered.

“No need. Anyone who can escape my perception is beyond your capacity to handle. You two stay close to me,” the middle-aged Qi Refiner scanned the surroundings once more and shook his head, “Let’s go. Perhaps my senses were mistaken. Let’s secure the Evil Cultivator’s Magical Treasures first, then investigate for any Evil Demons. If none are found, we’ll leave this place and investigate Fan City.”

“Yes, Master,” the male disciple responded.

The middle-aged Qi Refiner quickened his pace, but kept his flying sword unsheathed, clearly still on guard.

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