Liang Prefecture, Dajing Mansion, Yi River.
By the Guihong Marsh, the night was as cool as water.
"Hahahaha! He's really here! Brother Zhao's tracking technique is truly amazing!"
"Sheng Nian, Devil Head, obediently hand over that ancient talisman, and we will give you a quick death!"
Sheng Nian's black robe was tattered and torn.
He was covered in blood, seemingly having gone through several major battles.
He looked around, panting slightly.
The saber in his hand was also broken, and blood continuously gushed from his wound, dripping onto the ground along the broken blade.
However, his eyes showed no sign of panic.
"Hmph, don't even think about resisting anymore. At the Yi River mouth and Chian Valley, numerous Loose Cultivator Fellow Daoists have already laid out a net from which you cannot escape. This time, you are bound to be decapitated!"
Among the crowd, the leader was a handsome young Cultivator. He looked at Sheng Nian with disdain.
