If this person is truly a member of the Heavenly Witch Cult, Ming Qi must be wary.
Rumor has it that the Heavenly Witch Cult was a formidable demonic powerhouse at the time, once subjected to a full-scale siege by the World Alliance of Righteousness. It's easy to imagine how shady the creed espoused by the Heavenly Witch Cult is.
He couldn't rule out the possibility that the man in black was using Ming Qi's actions to break the siege. Once he had eliminated the pursuing cultivators, he would most likely attack Ming Qi next.
The man in black seemed enraged by the other's shouting. He turned and unleashed several fierce magical powers, forcing the innate cultivators to turn and avoid the impact.
"Sir, why aren't you taking action?"
The man in black's voice echoed again in Ming Qi's mind.
The two sides were now very close, less than 500 meters apart. Within this range, Ming Qi could strike at any time.
However, Ming Qi also knew that while attacking was easy, quickly attracting everyone's attention was much more difficult, especially with four Xiantian cultivators among them.
Ming Qi had to not only capture everyone's attention but also be wary of the black-clad man's ulterior motives, which forced him to be cautious.
Four Xiantian cultivators, nine Xutian cultivators—thirteen in total—were now hotly pursuing the black-clad man, nearly reaching Ming Qi's hiding place.
Ming Qi observed intently, noticing a single, dazzling word embroidered on the clothing of these individuals: "White."
A thought struck Ming Qi. The combination of the Jinchuan region and the word "White" clearly revealed the identities of these individuals. They must be the Jinchuan Baifu, one of the seven major prefectures in Xilan Prefecture.
Could it be that the Jinchuan Baifu was nearby?
After confirming the identities of these individuals, another question immediately occurred to Ming Qi.
He was currently a wanted criminal with a hefty reward offered by the Jinchuan Baifu. If his whereabouts were accidentally revealed, it would inevitably lead to endless trouble and crisis.
Thinking of this, Ming Qi asked again for confirmation.
"What I want is to eliminate them all. Otherwise, I won't take action."
As Ming Qi spoke, he stopped standing still and began to quietly move backwards.
The man in black had clearly discovered his location, so he couldn't just stand still.
"That's what I want, too."
As the man in black replied, he changed direction and continued running towards Ming Qi.
The scene seemed strange. The man in black not only accurately determined Ming Qi's location, but also had constant knowledge of his movements. This left Ming Qi feeling uneasy.
However, when Ming Qi saw the man in black's face grow increasingly pale, he ceased to worry. Even if he harbored a conspiracy, his Yuan Energy would likely be completely depleted by the time he dealt with the cultivators in the Bai Mansion. Even if he attacked Ming Qi by then, he wouldn't gain any advantage.
Having figured this out, Ming Qi made up his mind, and his Yuan Energy surged.
As the Yuan Energy surged, the Great Destruction Battle Suit suddenly expanded without a trace of wind.
After a period of research and contemplation, Ming Qi gained a certain understanding of the Great Destruction Battle Suit. First, the Great Destruction Battle Suit possessed an almost insane defensive power. Even the attacks of a powerful innate being wouldn't necessarily be able to penetrate it. Second, the Great Destruction Battle Suit had the uncanny ability to mask the aura of Yuan Energy. With a little control, it could completely prevent any aura from leaking out. The demon cultivator on Soul-Breaking Cliff that day relied on the Great Destruction Suit to completely conceal his presence, leading Ming Qi to initially mistake him for an ordinary mortal.
But now, as Ming Qi activated his Yuan Power, his aura instantly unleashed, and the Great Destruction Suit was no longer able to conceal it.
As the Yuan Power rippled around him, waves of blazing flames instantly spread out, their heat swirling and igniting everything in their path!
"Who!"
Almost simultaneously, the black-clad man and a group of White Mansion cultivators shouted in unison, their gazes fixed on Ming Qi.
Having planned to attack, Ming Qi had no intention of remaining hidden, but he wouldn't let the other side see his face clearly.
As the group shouted, two brilliant lines of fire quickly rose from the spot where the flames had spread ahead. The lines of fire quickly spread, dazzling the eyes as a pair of fiery red wings, over ten meters long, rose slowly.
In a single breath, a single breath, Ming Qi emerged with unprecedented grandeur.
As the Crimson Heavenly Fire ignited and the Vermillion Bird's divine feathers soared into the air, Ming Qi, like a bursting flame, ascended slowly, flanked by the wings.
"The Fire God descends to punish the sinners on behalf of Heaven!"
At this moment, Ming Qi's voice was filled with majesty. Although his words were pure nonsense, his aura alone was beyond the reach of ordinary men.
In a split second, the thirteen White Mansion cultivators froze in their tracks, their full attention focused on Ming Qi.
Although the expression on the black-clothed man's face was not much different from that of the White Mansion cultivators, his hands were already moving without pause. Circles of black ripples quietly rippled, and countless black magic patterns rapidly formed.
"Fire God?"
The first to exclaim in surprise was a powerful innate cultivator among the Bai Mansion cultivators. He was about thirty years old, dressed in a spotless white robe. His eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were sharp, and he had a short beard and a square face. He looked quite impressive.
He was gazing at Ming Qi, who was surrounded by a ball of flames in the sky, a look of deep thought on his face.
After a brief moment of reflection, the middle-aged cultivator shouted, "Who is this monster? You dare to pretend to be a god? You're courting death!"
With a flick of his right hand, the long sword he had been holding flew out with a clang, enveloped in a hazy aura, and pierced Ming Qi in the sky.
"Sword of Fire Punishment!"
Ming Qi, still in mid-air, raised his hand, and a stream of flames immediately condensed around him. The flames instantly transformed into a streak of sword energy, blocking the incoming long sword.
Jinchuan Baifu was an expert swordsman, and the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand was clearly no ordinary item. However, no one could have anticipated how the flying sword would instantly falter upon encountering the oncoming flaming sword energy. It suddenly paused in mid-air, even experiencing a brief pause!
Seeing the long sword blocked, the middle-aged man's eyes focused. He quickly pointed his hands in the air, sending two streams of energy swiftly flying out. Simultaneously, his ten fingers shifted their movements, and the long sword in the air suddenly trembled, as if imbued with infinite vitality, its blade energy surging.
"Heavenly Sword Swift Slash!"
With a cold shout from the middle-aged man, the long sword's edge suddenly shifted, its speed increasing so rapidly that it seemed almost blurry.
Ming Qi closely observed the passage of time. From the moment he soared into the air to the moment the middle-aged man unleashed his magical Heavenly Sword Swift Slash, two breaths had passed.
Facing the magical power unleashed by the innate powerhouse, Ming Qi dared not underestimate it in the slightest. Although he too was in the innate realm, his control over both his magical powers and his energy was not as fluid as that of someone who had just entered the innate realm.
Watching the opponent's long sword transform into countless blade shadows, like a vast net of swords enveloping the sky from all directions, Ming Qi simply remained composed, directly activating the Red Refining Heavenly Fire to ignite and rise, intending to withstand the attack head-on.
Swish! Swish!
Countless blades instantly sliced into the Red Refining Heavenly Fire, emitting a sharp, tearing sound.
Bang! Bang!
The Heavenly Fire seemed to be endlessly regenerate. The moment a blade cut through it, the Red Refining Heavenly Fire would rise again, firmly enveloping Ming Qi within it.
The fierce, magical Heavenly Sword slashed through, but it couldn't even cut through Ming Qi's protective Heavenly Fire.
The middle-aged man's expression had grown solemn, and the other White Mansion cultivators were on high alert, undeniably wary of this sudden, mysterious presence.
Three breaths had passed!
Ming Qi silently counted as the Vermillion Bird wings on his back suddenly shone brightly. With a gentle flick in the sky, two massive fireballs detached from the wings and flew directly towards all the White Mansion cultivators.
Seeing this, the White Mansion cultivators retreated in shock, some even manipulating their magical weapons to try to resist the crimson blaze.
The massive fireballs, suffocatingly intense, instantly slammed into the White Mansion cultivators. Several weaker Ninth-Layer Acquired Realm cultivators were immediately struck, leaving them in a state of disarray.
Four breaths!
Ming Qi felt a sense of peace. The White Mansion cultivators remained completely focused on Ming Qi in the air, momentarily forgetting their true objective.
The man in black was suddenly left alone. Ming Qi knew that in a head-on fight, he would be completely unable to contend with all the White Mansion cultivators. However, he only needed to give the black-clothed man five breaths of air to completely annihilate them.
That last breath—a very short time, but a crucial one.
The black-clothed man stopped forming seals with his hands and took a few steps back, his shadow miraculously fading.
Ming Qi couldn't afford to make any mistakes during this final moment.
In the air, the Vermillion Bird's wings behind Ming Qi stretched out again, emitting a loud, sharp cry. Countless blazing fireballs instantly flew out, tumbling across the sky towards the White Mansion cultivators.
They had already experienced the power of the Crimson Skyfire once before, so this time Ming Qi simply unleashed a shower of flames, sending all the White Mansion cultivators retreating in terror.
"Hehehehehehehe..."
Five breaths!
Five breaths passed, and a sinister, cold laugh echoed around them. It sounded as if it came from the Netherworld, and it filled them with an uncontrollable sense of dread.
As the monks of the White Mansion shifted their gazes in panic, subconsciously searching for the black-robed figure, their faces suddenly revealed extreme fear.
The original black-robed figure had vanished, and the surroundings were filled with a cold, murderous intent.