The master is inhuman; he beat up his senior brother, destroyed the sect, and then left.

Chapter 125 Blood Shadow Appears in the Netherworld Abyss, Elder Father in Maple Bridge Town Protect

Just as Han Yi decided to set off, a beam of blood-red light shot into the sky from the Netherworld Abyss, and a man in a blood-red robe rushed out from the bottom of the Netherworld Abyss.

"Ten thousand years have passed, and I am finally free!"

"Huh! It's you?"

The man in the blood-red robe looked at Han Yi from hundreds of miles away.

"It's time to settle all scores, old and new!"

The man in the blood-red robe didn't waste any words and arrived in front of Han Yi in an instant. He reached out to kill Han Yi, but was blocked by Zhenhuo and Green Vine at the same time.

"Two spiritual treasures? Interesting! Unfortunately, with your current Nascent Soul stage cultivation, even if you possess two spiritual treasures, they can't stop me."

The man in the blood-red robe had a fierce look in his eyes, exuding a murderous aura. His withered, wiry hand tore through the air like a deadly claw, aiming straight for Han Yi's throat with overwhelming force.

In a life-or-death moment, a sword aura cleaved through the sky, seemingly calm on the surface, but in reality concealing unparalleled sharpness.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, precisely slicing towards the blood-robed man's wrist. The blood-robed man had no time to react, and his hand was severed. Blood gushed from the cut, but he managed to stop it in time.

A figure in a blue Taoist robe drifted in. His figure was graceful, his robes fluttering in the wind, and the long sword in his hand exuded a chilling aura, its blade shimmering with spiritual energy.

"Qingfeng? He actually saved me? This is even stranger than seeing a ghost in broad daylight!"

Han Yi's pupils contracted sharply, in disbelief.

"My dear junior brother, it's been a year, and you haven't changed a bit in your cowardly ways!"

Qingfeng curled his lips into a disdainful smile, his eyes like cold, sharp arrows piercing straight at Han Yi.

Han Yi felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his hair stood on end in anger, and he almost spit fire. He clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, and then retorted with a cold laugh.

"Heh, I don't know if Senior Brother's cultivation has improved this year, but his silver tongue has certainly gotten better. Did you perhaps train your silver tongue skills with a madam at some high-class brothel?"

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng flew into a rage. His spiritual power surged and raged, causing the ground beneath his feet to crack and sand to fly everywhere.

"Can you say that again!"

"What? You want to fight? Then come on! Whoever backs down is a coward! Call the other grandpa!"

He attacked directly, unleashing a powerful move. The Five Elements Immortal Technique activated its true fire, transforming into a Qilin that charged towards Qingfeng with unparalleled power, enough to rival a strike from a Void Realm expert.

The latter casually swung his sword at him, an extremely ordinary strike, shattering the Qilin formed from true fire.

A sword aura shot straight at him. Green Luo tried to block the sword aura by making hand seals, but her defense was also broken. The sword aura hit Han Yi's chest, but it did not split him in two. It only knocked him several feet away, causing him to spit out blood.

This sword strike looked ordinary, not even harming a single blade of grass or tree around it. It didn't possess any particularly overwhelming pressure, yet it easily broke through the defenses of two top-tier spiritual beings and injured him.

"Too weak! He's not worthy of my attention!" Qingfeng had already sheathed his sword, not even glancing at Han Yi, who was lying on the ground coughing up blood.

He spoke to the robed man who had lost an arm not far away.

"You do have the right!"

"It's only because my strength hasn't fully recovered that you were able to hurt me?"

The man in the blood-red robe snorted coldly and pounced on Qingfeng in an instant, and the two became entangled in combat.

Qingfeng's moves were graceful and agile, his expression calm; the man in the blood-red robe, on the other hand, was elusive and unpredictable, his robe rustling in the wind. Their battle was intense, stirring the surrounding air, howling the wind, and rustling the leaves. Han Yi watched in stunned silence. Qingfeng's swordsmanship was sometimes sharp and his movements unpredictable, elusive as a phantom. The man in the blood-red robe continuously released black mist, from which hidden weapons shot forth.

After a long while, the two remained deadlocked, standing facing each other, several feet apart.

The man in the blood-red robe said in a hoarse voice, "Although I am no match for you, it won't be easy for you to kill me."

Qingfeng curled his lip in mockery: "Then let's give it a try!"

The man in the blood-red robe tore through the void and fled. The Netherworld Forest was suppressing him, and if he wanted to escape from Qingfeng, he had to find another place to fight.

Qingfeng, of course, wouldn't let the man in the blood-red robe escape, and tore through the void to give chase.

Wang Weiwei ran up to him, looking at him with concern.

"I have some blood-stasis-removing pills here, young master, would you like to take one?" She even reached out and gently patted the dust off his body.

He frowned, his face somewhat gloomy; "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Wang Weiwei looked in the direction Qingfeng had left and asked with a puzzled expression, "Wasn't that your senior brother? Why did he attack you?"

She tilted her head, her eyes filled with confusion, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Han Yi gritted his teeth, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes, and clenched his fists.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I'll get my revenge sooner or later!" His chest heaved slightly with anger.

She didn't dare ask any more questions, but simply nodded obediently and said softly, "I'll listen to what you say, young master."

Han Yi took a deep breath, calmed himself down, looked at everyone, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go, let's leave here too!"

The group hurriedly followed behind Han Yi, and after half a day of flying, they arrived at Fengqiao Town.

Looking at the wide, crisscrossing streets, the well-arranged houses, and the bustling crowds, Han Yi became somewhat interested. The year he spent in the Netherworld Forest had made him a little detached from worldly affairs.

Looking at the street stalls, there was a dazzling array of novelties and delicious snacks, with aromas filling the air.

Wang Weiwei asked him with a slight smile, "Young master, shall we take a stroll around here?"

"You can wander around as you like, I won't. I'll find an inn to wait for you." Han Yi didn't want to spoil the mood, seeing everyone's expectant eyes.

Upon hearing this, everyone dispersed and wandered around in small groups.

Only Lu Xuefeng and Po Yue quietly followed behind Han Yi, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, protecting Han Yi without leaving his side for a moment.

The commotion ahead drew their attention. They saw several Qi Refining Realm henchmen protecting a richly dressed young man who was humiliating a common father and daughter.

The young man had a face full of fleshy muscles, and small, beady eyes that stared intently at his pretty daughter. A lewd grin spread across his lips, as if he were about to drool.

The daughter was terrified, her face paling, and she trembled, backing away repeatedly. The father, though just an ordinary man, held his daughter tightly behind him.

"Get out of my way!"

The elderly father refused to allow it and continued to protect his daughter.

"Kill this old bastard!" the richly dressed young man roared.

His attendants immediately surrounded him like wolves, and began to punch and kick the old man.

The henchmen all had ferocious expressions, and their punches and kicks were full of ruthlessness, aiming specifically for vital points.

The old father was no match for them and instantly collapsed to the ground in pain, his face covered in bruises and bloodstains.

Even so, she clung tightly to Zhao Sanyue's clothes, pleading with all her might, "Please, have mercy! Let my daughter go, let us go..."