"Considering the report just now, we can ascertain that he is in these streets. However, this man has formidable cultivation abilities, he is a nine-turn Golden Core. I'm afraid this many people won't be able to stop him."
Pei Shenxiu shook his head, saying, "No, that's not right."
"If he were truly that powerful, he wouldn't have taken a boat south to Nanyu Prefecture. If he wanted to distract us, he wouldn't be so restrained. He even left the innkeeper's son alive."
"He must be severely injured."
He said with utmost certainty.
"So what if he's a nine-turn Golden Core? I, with my Nascent Soul cultivation, have slayed countless Deity Transformation monsters in the borderlands. Are they all weaker than Han Ye?"
Pei Shenxiu's expression was both dismissive and arrogant.
On the other side,
Han Ye, facing the numerous troops, remained expressionless. From his Storage Ring, he took out a few of the carved Talisman Inscriptions he had left.
