Struggling to control his breathing, the young man in the blue daoist robe grimly said, “Xu Qing, this place is a mobile headquarters of the Lunisolar Dao Palace. And that means you’re on our home turf! What business do you have here?”

The truth was that ever since the destruction wreaked upon Night Dove the previous night, plus Xu Qing’s slaying of the black-robed man with a heavenly saber, and the way he crushed the disciple from the Soaring Cloud Sword Sect, this young man had started feeling very nervous. He knew full well that he was the only person left who had done business with Night Dove. In his anxiety, he had asked some fellow daoists from Spiritgloam Valley and the Heavenmirror Treasure Sect to accompany him. Just in case.

Seeing Xu Qing show up, and also call him out by name, left Zhou Qifan feeling very downcast.

Xu Qing had read Zhou Qifan’s file before leaving Violent Crimes and knew that he liked to keep a low profile. In fact, other than issuing a single challenge to the Fourth Peak, he hadn’t done much. After hearing his identity confirmed, Xu Qing nodded.

“On the authority of the sect, I’m here to arrest Zhou Qifan for consorting with Night Dove.” As the words left his mouth, Xu Qing took a step forward with blinding speed and reached out to grab Zhou Qifan.

Zhou Qifan’s eyes glittered coldly as a rumbling sound echoed out, and the red clouds on his robe erupted, turning into numerous red threads. Flying out, they made a spell formation that viciously crushed down toward Xu Qing. At the same time, Zhou Qifan backed...