C167 (1/2)

It was as the saying went, cultivation had no time limit.

To Xia Xinghe and the two others, three days might have just passed in an instant, but to reality, three days had already passed in an instant.

Dingguo City, Central Ancestral Temple.

Lan Yiyi was completely focused on comprehending the Godly Weapon Illusionary Body Technique and the Falling Leaf Tracing Technique, while Chu Rong seemed to have entered into a state of selflessness, focusing all of his attention on sensing some kind of ethereal existence. As for Xia Xinghe, he was constantly devouring the spiritual energy of the world, taking it as his own.

For three whole days and three nights, Xia Xinghe's group of three remained completely unmoved, even the ancestral hall in the center had not been touched. It was as though this place was isolated from the world, forgotten by the citizens of Dingguo City, and feared by the citizens of Dingguo City …

Night.

Silence.

Dark clouds covered the sky and completely covered the moon.

There was no light to be found in the city under the dome of heaven. It was as though something big was about to happen.

Sou sou sou …

The sound of something tearing through the air sounded out. Dozens of black clothed people, under the cover of the night, gathered behind a few stone pillars around the center of the ancestral hall at the same time.

The group of men in black seemed to have become one with the darkness, and their auras were restrained. Their eyes were gloomy and they perfectly matched the words' cold-blooded killer '.

Amongst these dozens of shadows, there was an exception to one of them.