Just as the heavy rain fell, Jiang Yun, following behind two Cultivators, had already exited the city gates of Nanxing City and was rushing out of the city.

The rain was too heavy, as if the sky had been punctured, with dense raindrops smashing onto the earth, splashing up countless water droplets, and slowly rising into a faint mist.

From afar, the heavy rain looked like mist!

The three of them, Jiang Yun included, hurrying through the rain and mist, were completely drenched.

One Cultivator turned his head, wiped the rain from his face, and said, “Master Gu, my Junior Brother is not far ahead; we’ll be there soon.”

Jiang Yun nodded lightly and said, “How much benefit did Du Guirong give you?”

Hearing this, the two Cultivators, who were running at high speed, suddenly stopped, their faces filled with shock, their eyes fixed on Jiang Yun.

“Crack!”

Just then, a thick, Dragon-like bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the world in a brilliant white, allowing the two men to clearly see the calmness on Jiang Yun’s face at that moment.

One Cultivator forced a smile and said, “Ma-Master Gu, that joke isn’t funny at all!”

Jiang Yun said indifferently, “Besides being able to detect injuries and poisons, I am also very sensitive to Killing Intent. Although you hid it well, you couldn’t hide it from me!”

“Sorry, Master Gu!”

At this point, the two Cultivators knew that nothing they said would be useful anymore.

They swiftly retreated, trying to create distance between themselves and Jiang Yun, but suddenly found that they couldn't move an inch.

Looking down, they discovered that their bodies were, at some unknown point, entangled by strands of mist resembling ropes.

The two men’s faces turned pale with fright, and they immediately shouted, “Why aren’t you coming out?!”

From the rain and mist in the distance, five black figures emerged!

Jiang Yun didn't even look at the five figures; instead, he focused on the two Cultivators and said, “Since I can save you, I can naturally kill you!”

As he spoke, Jiang Yun spread open his right hand and slowly curled his fingers.

As Jiang Yun’s palm closed, the two Cultivators immediately felt the countless mist ropes Entanglement around their bodies begin to contract, squeezing them until their bones creaked.

They wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't make a sound, their faces turning a bluish-purple.

When Jiang Yun’s right hand completely closed, the two men’s eyes widened, unwilling to die, and they collapsed to the ground.

Glancing at the two Corpses on the ground, Jiang Yun looked up at the pouring rain descending from the sky and the lightning occasionally streaking across the heavens, and softly said, “This weather is good! However, you really shouldn’t have chosen to lure me out in such weather!”

As soon as Jiang Yun’s voice fell, the five figures had already arrived in front of him.

In the center was Du Guirong, his face twisted with a sneer and hatred, staring intently at Jiang Yun as he said, “Kid, you’re quite bold to dare take my things.

Today, I’ll make you spit it all out, principal and interest.”

Although Jiang Yun was now quite famous in Nanxing City, in everyone’s eyes, he was merely a first-grade Alchemist proficient in the Dao of medicine.

Furthermore, Jiang Yun’s body contained a black stone, making it impossible for others to discern his cultivation Realm.

Therefore, no one had ever imagined how powerful Jiang Yun’s cultivation would be!

Thus, even though Du Guirong couldn’t swallow the humiliation of having the san hua furnace snatched by Jiang Yun, and even bribed two Cultivators to lure Jiang Yun out of Nanxing City to set up an ambush, the strongest among the people he brought, including himself, was only at Tongmai eighth level.

He thought that dealing with Jiang Yun would be more than enough.

“Kill him for me!”

At Du Guirong’s command, the four figures who had been by his side instantly flashed and charged towards Jiang Yun.

Facing the four charging figures, Jiang Yun’s face showed no expression, and he still said softly, “I haven’t fought anyone for almost four months! I wonder how many people will be added to the death toll by my hand tonight!”

As his voice fell, a powerful Qi suddenly erupted from Jiang Yun’s body, and he uttered two more words: “Mist Rise!”

Silently, the continuously falling raindrops and the water stains on Jiang Yun’s body exploded at that instant, transforming into countless finer particles, stirring up a thick mist that enveloped the four charging individuals like a blanket.

With the appearance of the mist, everyone's vision blurred simultaneously, and they immediately lost sight of Jiang Yun and their companions, as if they were the only ones in the mist.

One of them suddenly stopped, turning his head to survey his surroundings, completely oblivious to a wisp of mist in front of him that had condensed into a finger, silently pointing towards his glabella.

“Pfft!”

The mist-finger directly pierced through this person’s glabella, and Jiang Yun’s voice immediately followed from within the mist: “Fourth!”

“What’s going on?”

“What fourth?”

The other three in the mist immediately let out exclamations, and with each exclamation, Jiang Yun’s voice would almost immediately follow.

“Fifth!”

“Sixth!”

“Seventh!”

In the blink of an eye, the mist fell into a dead silence, and Jiang Yun slowly walked out of the mist, his body not a bit wet.

As he walked out, the pervasive mist suddenly contracted, as if transforming into a wide cloak, fluttering behind Jiang Yun, also revealing the four Corpses lying on the ground, all of them dead with wide-open eyes.

Each Corpse had a hole in its glabella, but no blood flowed out, all of it instantly washed clean by the torrential rain.

Jiang Yun calmly looked at the stunned Du Guirong in front of him and said, “You are the eighth!”

Du Guirong was completely stunned; from the moment the four men charged at Jiang Yun until Jiang Yun emerged from the mist, less than ten breaths of time had passed, and yet all four of them had already been killed.

He had no idea that with Jiang Yun’s strength at the Tongmai eleventh Realm, killing a Tongmai eighth level was effortless.

Du Guirong finally came to his senses, took a step back, and looked at Jiang Yun, saying, “You, are you in the Blessed Land Realm?”

“Guess!”

Jiang Yun raised his hand again, reaching for Du Guirong, but just as his palm was about to touch the other party, his figure suddenly retreated sharply.

“Clang!”

A crisp metallic clang echoed, and where Jiang Yun had just stood, a huge crack appeared, countless dust and smoke billowed up, instantly evaporating the dense rain around it, creating a momentary vacuum.

Jiang Yun didn't look at the crack; instead, he looked at Du Guirong's shoulder.

There, stood a half-human-tall praying mantis, brandishing its two front limbs like large blades, its bulging compound eyes glaring menacingly at Jiang Yun.