Chapter 13715 Xuantian Temple's Tracking Technique

When Qin Xianglan heard this, her pretty face instantly flushed, like the sunset glow in the sky. She lowered her head, avoiding Ling Xiao's sharp gaze, and her voice was filled with a hint of guilt and embarrassment:

"You are right. At that critical moment that determined the fate of the Dazhen Dynasty, the ancestors of the four kings chose to remain silent for various reasons. On the contrary, the chivalrous men of the Zhaixing Tower and the Demon Tower, regardless of their own safety, resolutely went to the battlefield and lent a helping hand.

However, you have seen the result. After this battle, the Zhaixing Tower was seriously injured and is now extremely weak. The entire sect has only the Zhaixing Tower Master who can barely hold up the facade. And the Demon Tower was almost destroyed in that battle. Now it is even more desolate. Only Jiang Yuyan is somewhat capable and can barely survive in this chaotic world."

Qin Xianglan sighed softly as she spoke, feeling deeply saddened for those sects who sacrificed their lives for justice.

"Good people don't pay with their lives, but evildoers will live on for thousands of years!" Ling Xiao sneered, and his laughter was filled with indignation at the injustice of the world.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through all the darkness in this world. "But you must know that karma will always come true. They cannot escape the arrangement of fate. Sooner or later, the four kings will have to pay a heavy price for their inaction back then, and the Holy Temple will be punished by heaven for their shameless behavior."

When Ling Xiao said this, his tone was firm and full of firm belief, as if he was the judge of fate.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao frowned, as if a gust of cold wind had blown through him. His eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, and his muscles tensed up, emitting a strong aura of vigilance: "Someone is coming! Very strong!" His voice was low and rapid, as if conveying to Qin Xianglan an impending crisis.

Almost at the same moment, Ling Xiao stretched out his hand without thinking and grabbed Qin Xianglan's arm tightly. His palm was strong and firm, as if he wanted to protect Qin Xianglan behind him. Then, he muttered something and activated the teleportation array that had been arranged in advance.

In an instant, the light flickered, and the figures of the two gradually blurred in the light, and finally disappeared in the room, leaving only the empty bed and the swaying candlelight, as if telling what had just happened.

At the same time, with a loud "bang", the door of the room was pushed open by a powerful force.

A cloud of dust flew up, and three figures appeared at the door. The leader was a white-haired old man wearing a Taoist robe, with an immortal look, but his eyes revealed an elusive depth.

Behind him, there were two middle-aged men. They were tall and strong, with sharp eyes and a strong aura. It was obvious that they were not ordinary people. The strength of these three men was at least not weaker than Yue Xue, and they were even better.

"When did Xuantian Temple get mixed up with the Holy Church?" Yue Xue appeared quietly at some point. She was dressed in black, with an upright posture and cold and disdainful eyes. She looked at the old man coldly, her tone full of sarcasm.

Yue Xue's appearance was like a ray of cold light, instantly making the atmosphere in the whole room more tense.

Seeing this, the old man smiled calmly. The smile seemed kind, but it gave people the feeling that there was something mysterious behind it.

"We at Xuantian Temple owe the Holy Hall some favors. Now that they've asked us to pay it back, it's hard for us to refuse." The old man's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from ancient times.

"But don't worry, we in Xuantian Temple are not interested in that treasure. I came here just to help find someone." As the old man spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around the room, as if looking for some clues.

"Tian Wuzi, that kid ran away?" A tall middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a stern face asked Tian Wuzi coldly, with a hint of unwillingness and anger in his tone.

His broad shoulders seemed able to bear a heavy burden, but at this moment they were trembling slightly because his target had escaped, revealing his inner resentment.

"Yes, Brother Yaohuo, he ran away!" Tian Wuzi sighed helplessly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen, like ravines engraved by time.

He shook his head gently, his eyes full of confusion and regret, "It seems that he discovered us in advance. This kid's vigilance is beyond imagination." Tian Wuzi said as he looked up out the window, as if trying to find the trace of Ling Xiao's departure in the endless night.

Yaohuo was wearing a fiery red cloak. The bright red color was like a burning flame, which was particularly eye-catching in the dim room. It was completely different from the clothes worn by ordinary temple warriors. At this moment, his face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and it was so dark that it seemed like water could drip out.

He glanced at Yue Xue coldly, his eyes were full of suspicion and scrutiny, as if a sharp knife, trying to see through Yue Xue, and asked: "Did you inform them?" Yaohuo's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, with a hint of chill.

Upon hearing this, Yue Xue couldn't help but sneer. The laughter was crisp and sharp, echoing in the room, as if it was a mockery of Yao Huo's groundless speculation.

She raised her chin slightly, her eyes full of arrogance and disdain, and said, "You overestimate me. Although my strength is equal to yours, it is impossible for me to detect Tian Wuzi's tracking technique. Tian Wuzi's tracking technique is one of the best in the martial arts world. If I can easily detect it, then his years of training and reputation would be in vain."

As Yue Xue spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly and swept her gaze over Tian Wuzi, as if trying to prove to Yao Huo that what she said was true.

"This kid is not simple!" Tian Wuzi sighed, with a hint of admiration on his face. He slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling the various rumors about Ling Xiao.

"When I heard the rumors about him before, I thought he was a bit exaggerated and overestimated him, but now it seems that this guy is indeed worthy of being overestimated. He was able to detect our close pursuit in advance and escape calmly. This ability is not something that ordinary people can have."

As Tianwuzi spoke, he gently stroked his beard, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

Yaohuo sneered, and that smile was full of cruelty and determination, as if announcing to Ling Xiao his inevitable death: "No matter how powerful he is, he will definitely die this time."

Yaohuo clenched his fists, the joints turning white due to the force, "Sorry to bother you, Master Tianwuzi, to continue the pursuit! I believe that with your means, you will definitely find the trace of that kid." Yaohuo said, while casting a firm look at Tianwuzi, as if exerting invisible pressure on him. (End of this chapter)