Chapter 2270 Meeting the Enemy

“This… how’s this possible!?”

“Elder Chen Tong’s cultivation base is at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage… How’s he so easily killed?”

“Before Elder Chen Tong made his move, he said that he would definitely kill that purple-clad young man with just a move. Who knew in the end, the young man only took two moves to kill Elder Chen Tong!”

“Who’s this young man? He’s really terrifying!”

“He killed a powerhouse at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage as though he was only slaughtering a chicken… It’s possible that his cultivation base is at least at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage…”

The group of disciples on patrol were horrified as they looked at Duan Ling Tian. Apart from that, an expression of disbelief could be seen in their eyes as well. A few of them even pinched their own thighs or slapped themselves to make sure they were not dreaming.

He… How can he be so powerful?’ Ding Jian Hong, the middle-aged man from the Wandering Saint Palace, had thought the purple-clad man would definitely die. He was certain that Chen Tong would be able to kill the young man with just a move and turn him to dust. However, the scene before him was like a huge slap across his face. He found it hard to believe that the young man did not die. Instead, Chen Tong the powerhouse at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage was killed by the young man. Not even in his wildest dreams would he think the purple-clad young man would be so powerful.

Ding Jian Hong continued thinking to himself, ‘He’s not at the Fifth or Sixth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage… He’s at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage at least!’

Ding Jian Hong was not the only one who came to this conclusion. The old man who added oil to fire earlier had also realized this.

The old disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace’s body trembled in fear. He instantly fell to his knees and kept kowtowing at Duan Ling Tian as he begged for mercy. “Have mercy, good lord! Have mercy, good lord!” After he had witnessed Duan Ling Tian’s strength, all thoughts of stirring up trouble and rebelling had vanished from his mind. What a joke! Even a strong elder from the Wandering Saint Palace like Chen Tong who was at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage was killed in two moves, let alone him who was only at the Third Form of the Saint Celestial Stage! For this reason, he had discarded his pride and dignity to beg for mercy from the purple-clad young man.

Faced with the old disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace, Duan Ling Tian only scoffed.

Duan Ling Tian’s response frightened the old man even more. His body stiffened in fear and his eyes were filled with despair.

Boom!

No one present on the scene saw Duan Ling Tian made a move. However, a sudden gust of wind blew at the old man from the Wandering Saint Palace who was kneeling before the sound of an explosion rang in the air.

When the dust settled, the old disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace had disappeared into thin air. The only thing that remained was his Spatial Ring.

At this moment, the entire place was dead silent.

The remaining four patrolling disciples and Ding Jian Hong did not even dare to breathe loudly and all of them averted their eyes from Duan Ling Tian. All of them lowered their heads, waiting for Duan Ling Tian’s next move,

“Wow! Daddy is so powerful! Daddy even managed to chase them away…” Duan Si Ling moved in Duan Ling Tian’s arms. Excitement was clear on her face. Naturally, she thought her father had only chased the bad people away. She was unaware that her father had killed those people to the point where not even their corpses were left.

“Chase them away?” The four patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace could only smile bitterly when they heard Duan Si Ling’s words. Was this young miss mocking them? Did she not notice the Spatial Rings that remained after the people had disappeared.

“Huh?” Suddenly, Duan Ling Tian seemed to sense something and shifted his gaze to the estate of the Wandering Saint Palace.

After a while…

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two swift figures appeared in the distance as they flew toward Duan Ling Tian’s direction. One of them was flying at a slightly faster speed and arrived before Duan Ling Tian and the others.

“Who killed the disciples of Wandering Saint Palace?” The newcomer asked in a deep baritone as soon as he arrived. “Elder Lin Yuan!”

“Elder Lin Yuan!”

The instant the newcomer arrived, the unease that Ding Jian Hong and the others felt quickly vanished. They quickly greeted the newcomer respectfully.

The newcomer was an elderly man with grey hair and eyebrows. However, his complexion remained youthful. He wore a long and loose robe that made him look like an immortal.

The reason the four patrolling disciples felt relieved when the elderly person appeared was due to the fact that this person was an outstanding powerhouse in the Wandering Saint Palace. His cultivation base was at the Eighth the Saint Celestial Stage. Fwuh!Form of

Soon after Elder Lin Yuan from the Wandering Saint Palace appeared, the other person who flew here with him appeared as well.

“Elder Peng Lai!”

“Elder Peng Lai!”

The four patrolling disciples instantly greeted this man respectfully as well.

This man was a middle-aged man with a strong but stout body. He was Peng Lai, also an elder of Wandering Saint Palace. He was weaker than Lin Yuan since his cultivation base was only at the Seventh Form of the Saint Celestial Stage.

Peng Lai looked at Ding Jian Hong and asked in a deep voice without beating around the bush, “Ding Jian Hong, you broke the jade token and reported that someone has killed Chen An?”

When Ding Jian Hong heard this, his eyes instinctively darted to the purple-clad young man standing nearby who was carrying a little girl in his arms.

Lin Yuan and Peng Lai’s eyes both followed Ding Jian Hong’s gaze and landed on Duan Ling Tian.

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes as he suddenly cried out, “Duan Ling Tian!” His voice was filled with rage, and hatred burned in his eyes. It did not seem like it had anything to do with the death of the disciple from the Wandering Saint Palace. It seemed like there was already enmity between them prior to this.

“Huh…”

“What’s going on!?”

“Elder Lin Yuan knows this young man?”

When everyone saw Lin Yuan’s reaction, Elder Peng Lai and the patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace were baffled.

Based on Lin Yuan’s expression, it seemed like he had known this young man for a long time. Moreover, there seemed to be deep-seated hatred between them.

When Peng Lai regained his senses, he found Duan Ling Tian’s familiar as well. “Duan Ling Tian?” After a while, his eyes widened as though he had recalled something. “I remember the person who killed Elder Lin Yuan’s grandson, Lin Qi Gang, is called Duan Ling Tian?”

Peng Lai’s heart skipped a beat when he looked at Duan Ling Tian.

On the other hand, Duan Ling Tian had a surprised expression on his face as he asked, “You know me?” The elder from Wandering Saint Palace had recognized him as soon as he arrived and stared at him with hate-filled eyes as though he had committed some unforgivable sins. However, he was certain this was his first time meeting this elder from the Wandering Saint Palace.

“Of course I know who you are!” Lin Yuan was extremely furious and a killing intent could be seen in his eyes. “A year ago, you killed my grandson, Lin Qi Gang! I didn’t expect you to deliver yourself to my door after a year. It seems like God has answered my prayer!” As soon as he finished speaking, his killing intent mixed with Devil Qi surged to the sky.

“Lin Qi Gang?” Duan Ling Tian was slightly confused. Although the name sounded familiar, he did not know where he had heard them before.

Everyone present was shocked by this revelation except for Peng Lai who knew what had happened.

“This Duan Ling Tian is the person who killed Elder Lin Yuan’s grandson, Lin Qi Gang?”

“Rumor has it that Elder Lin Yuan’s grandson was killed outside, in the ruin that was allegedly left behind by a Celestial- grade Saint Inscription Master. Apparently, he was killed by a Human-Devil who’s even stronger than Miss Wen Jing! It didn’t even cross my mind that this purple-clad young man is that person!”

“Is this guy out of his mind? After killing Elder Lin Yuan’s grandson, he still harbors hope of joining the Wandering Saint Palace?”

“Humph! Don’t forget, he could very well be a powerhouse at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage just like Elder Lin Yuan!”

“That’s not the only thing… Apparently, apart from killing Lin Qi Gang, Elder Lin Yuan’s grandson, he also killed Elder He Qing’s son, He Sen Jie, and Elder Lu Wei’s grandson, Situ Yu Ji!”

“He managed to offend three elders from the Wandering Saint Palace that are at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage and still dare to come to the Wandering Saint Palace… He’s really bold.”

The patrolling disciples from the Wandering Saint Palace whispered among themselves. Although they were speaking softly, their conversation was still heard by Duan Ling Tian and the others.

When Peng Lai heard the whispered conversations between the patrolling disciples, he shook his head. ‘Elder He Qing?.

He Qing had passed away a year ago. His Soul Pearl was found shattered a year ago. The Palace Master of Wandering Saint Palace had even sent a few elders to investigate his cause of death. However, the elders could not find anything.

However, since He Qing was an elder at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage and one of the backbones of the Wandering Saint Palace, his death had been concealed by the Wandering Saint Palace. For this reason, all of the ordinary disciples in the Wandering Saint Palace were unaware of He Qing’s death.

A light bulb flashed in Duan Ling Tian’s mind when he heard the patrolling disciples’ conversation. He looked at Lin Yuan and said, “So you are that man’s grandfather!”

As for the Elder He Qing they mentioned, it should be the elder at the Eighth Form of the Saint Celestial Stage whom I killed a year ago. He must be He Sen lie’s father! However, it seems like they’re unaware of He Qing’s death,’ Duan Ling Tian thought to himself.