"Not bad eyesight, but... since you know I kill and steal treasures, are you here to die?"

Pulling aside the curtain, Wang Junze slowly stepped out of the carriage, coldly retorting.

Peng Ru and her companions had already changed clothes, yet the opponent could still easily recognize their identity. Undoubtedly, they must have been at the Netherworld Auction last night.

Yesterday, the commotion between the little fat man and the masked man was seen by everyone. The one who finally obtained these female disciples of the Profound Moon Sword Sect was naturally the victor of that fight. Under such circumstances, anyone daring enough to follow them wouldn't be weak.

Wang Junze's gaze fell on the leader of the group, and he couldn't help but slightly raise an eyebrow.

The man appeared to be around forty or fifty years old. Crucially, he lacked the aura of someone of high status, resembling more a butler or servant.

Combined with the fact that the man didn't attack immediately but wanted to have a chat, Wang Junze had some speculation in mind.

Sure enough, upon seeing Wang Junze, the man didn't rush to attack but instead slightly bowed and politely said, "Sir, we have no intention to be your enemy, we just want to ask you a question."

"What is it?"

Standing on the carriage, Wang Junze looked down and asked.

"Last night, who killed the masked young master?"

Squinting his eyes, the man asked in a low voice.

"Pei Haoran!"

Without even blinking, Wang Junze immediately sold out the little fat man.

"Do you know Young Master Pei?"

Fixing his eyes firmly on Wang Junze, the man asked again.

"I don't know him, just a chance encounter. I took advantage yesterday when he was fighting with the masked man," Wang Junze replied indifferently.

"Sir, your words are hardly believable!"

Sneering, the man scornfully mocked.

This sentence completely confirmed Wang Junze's guess. The man must be connected with the masked man and may even know about the scheme between him and the little fat man Pei Haoran. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so sure they wouldn't turn against each other.

"Believe it or not, it's your business, unrelated to me."

Expression unchanged, Wang Junze said indifferently.

"Haha, sir, you probably don't know what a big trouble you've gotten yourself into."

With a cold laugh, the man continued, "The masked young master you killed was a subordinate of my master. His life or death isn't important, but... that mask was a treasure bestowed by my master!"

Pausing, the man continued, "Hand over the mask, and I can let you go."

Hmm?

Heart suddenly jolting, Wang Junze realized why the little fat man was so eager to agree to share the Netherworld Flying Ship and the female disciples of the Profound Moon Sword Sect with him yesterday.

It seems that the truly valuable thing was the mask he hadn't paid much attention to.

Considering that the mask could disguise Divine Travel aura, Wang Junze easily guessed its rarity.

Unexpectedly, he ended up being calculated by the little fat man after all.

Even if Wang Junze wanted to hand over the mask now to smooth things over, he couldn't because he simply didn't have it, leaving him to unwittingly bear the blame.

"The mask is not with me."

After a moment of silence, Wang Junze finally replied, "I told you, Pei Haoran was the one who killed him."

"He died from a sword wound; his head was cleaved off by a sharp sword. Young Master Pei's soft sword couldn't have inflicted such a wound."

"..."

Damn it!

That bastard Pei Haoran didn't even bother to destroy the evidence!

No, he might have deliberately left the body for them to investigate.

Since they found out about the sword wound, the suspicion was undoubtedly pinned on him. No matter how much he explained now, they probably wouldn't believe him.

"I still say the same thing, believe it or not."

With a slight twist of the wrist, the Profound Ice Sword suddenly appeared in hand, Wang Junze said lightly.

"Then there's nothing to discuss, kill!"

Chilling murderous intent flashed in the man's eyes as he waved his hand decisively and ordered.

In an instant, more than ten people attacked simultaneously, heading towards Wang Junze to encircle and kill him.

Among these people, there were almost no weaklings; the weakest were Refining Spirit level, with several of them being Heaven-Stepping Realm.

The leader even had Void Realm cultivation, and now with them teaming up, even a Void Realm would only have the option to escape.

But while Wang Junze could escape, Peng Ru and her companions were inescapable no matter what.

In fact, Wang Junze suspected that their real aim wasn't to kill him but to capture those female disciples of the Profound Moon Sword Sect.

After all, they were witnesses to last night's battle, and with rigorous interrogation, the truth could easily come out from them.

Too bad... they ended up underestimating Wang Junze's strength.

From the beginning, Wang Junze never considered escaping.

Within a breath, a terrifying Sword Intent suddenly erupted.

It was as if countless Sword Rain appeared out of nowhere around them, enveloping everyone in their path!

Rain Sword Intent!

This time, Wang Junze didn't hold back in the slightest, opting for a full-force explosion.

The fact that they chose to come for him instead of Pei Haoran meant they thought he was weaker, easier to bully.

Since that was the case, there was no need to try explaining; just kill back with more vicious methods.

Scare them into fearing him, and naturally, they would avoid him and go after that little fat man Pei Haoran instead.

Even though it wasn't raining now, in his previous battle with Yuan Shouyi, while comprehending the Rain Sword Intent, Wang Junze had learned the way to borrow the momentum of heaven and earth. This strike also invoked the surrounding Power of Heaven and Earth.

Although it wasn't as terrifying as during a downpour, it was more than enough to deal with these people.

One should know, even when killing that masked man last night, Wang Junze hadn't used the Rain Sword Intent. The power of this strike was beyond their imagination.

Countless sword lights rained down, completely sealing off the space in front of them, leaving no room to dodge.

With such a strike, let alone those of the Refining Spirit level, even those in the Heaven-Stepping Realm couldn't withstand it.

Within just a few breaths, everyone had Sword Qi penetrate their bodies, perishing instantly.

The only one able to withstand the Sword Rain was the leader with Void Realm cultivation.

But... although he could block the Sword Rain, he couldn't block the Sword Edge in Wang Junze's hand!

"Puff!"

The Sword Edge pierced through the opponent's body, not even allowing a proper counterattack, killing him instantly!

Too weak!

Previously, in the Northern Domain, Wang Junze faced either the Four Symbols Sect's prodigies or under Prince Yu, even Divine Travel powerhouses like Yuan Shouyi, all top-tier talents.

But now, these people from the Nether Sea were far inferior in both talent and strength.

It could be said that they had the realm but not the matching strength, unable to withstand Wang Junze's all-out strike.

From launching the strike to ending with everyone dead, it took just a few breaths.

To the very end, the shock and fear in their eyes were still filled with disbelief.

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