Chapter 282: No Regrets Today

"Chapter error, report here."

"Damn it, this guy is too powerful, we can't do anything to him at all!"

"Hold on, we must kill him, otherwise there will be endless trouble!"

"Even if there is the support of the Holy Dynasty behind Jun Wuhui, we have already offended him, we can't let him escape!"

"It's easy for you to say, but we can't defeat him!"

The cultivators besieging the black-clothed youth were casting spells and cursing at each other, showing signs of panic. On the other hand, the black-clothed youth being besieged maintained a calm expression, as if he was not in a battle, but merely observing from the sidelines.

Jun Wuhui?

Qin Jun raised his eyebrows involuntarily. He had long heard of Jun Wuhui.

Ranked first on the Human Ranking, the target of pursuit for the young generation of the entire Southern Domain's righteous path.

As he thought, Qin Jun did not slow down his pace. Being ranked first on the Human Ranking was just a representation of potential. In his eyes, Jun Wuhui, despite possibly having support behind him, was accustomed to being alone. Such a genius did not pose a threat in his view, and they had no entanglements, just strangers.

Each walks their own path on the great road of life!

"Hmph! A bunch of ignorant fools!"

Jun Wuhui snorted coldly. As he spoke, he wielded his sword and slashed downwards. A crescent-shaped sword aura instantly condensed, extremely fast, directly attacking the cultivators below. Several cultivators were cut in half on the spot, and with a loud bang, the sword aura landed on the mountain wall, causing rocks to fly and the entire mountain to tremble.

After the dust settled, a fifty-meter-long and two-meter-wide gully was left on the mountain wall, the might of a single sword was terrifying!

At this moment, Jun Wuhui's enemies had been reduced to just over twenty people. It was estimated that before long, they would all die under his sword. The gap between the Transcendence Realm and the Illusionary Realm was like a chasm, very difficult to overcome.

After the single sword strike, the remaining cultivators were too frightened to approach Jun Wuhui again, all of them glaring at him.

Soon, someone noticed Qin Jun and his group approaching, and Jun Wuhui also took notice.

There was no way around it. Qin Jun's group was too peculiar. Liu Bowen looked like a kind middle-aged man, Lei Zhenzi was as ugly as a hungry ghost, Yuan Hong was clearly a white ape monster, Mogu Jie was as miserable as a skeleton, and Qin Jun, a talented young man, looked like a dashing youth. Black and White Impermanence's appearance was horrifying, especially their long tongues, which sent chills down one's spine.

A quite peculiar combination, no matter how you looked at it.

Jun Wuhui furrowed his brows tightly because, apart from Qin Jun and Liu Bowen, he couldn't see through the cultivation levels of the others. What was more critical was that this group of people was clearly reckless, strolling over without a care, and their purpose was unknown.

Qin Jun, of course, didn't want to meddle in other people's business, just following Black and White Impermanence.

And Black and White Impermanence didn't even pay attention to these people, so they led the way on their own, even too lazy to explain.

As they approached, the cultivators who were in opposition to Jun Wuhui couldn't hold back any longer. One of them, a one-eyed cultivator, angrily shouted, "Black Flame Cult's business, stay away, you people!"

"What are you making noise for!"

Li Cunxiao retorted impatiently, his voice much more domineering than the one-eyed cultivator's, instantly quieting the valley and the canyon.

"We are just passing by, you can continue!"

Qin Jun smiled and said, as they had already arrived below the cultivators of the Black Flame Cult and Jun Wuhui, who were suspended in the air, so there was no one on the ground to stop them.

Passing by?

The cultivators of the Black Flame Cult looked at each other, but they didn't dare to act recklessly. Such a bold and reckless group of people was definitely not simple.

Jun Wuhui also stared at Qin Jun, and with just one glance, he could tell that this group of people was led by Qin Jun. What interested him the most was that Qin Jun was very young, seemingly around sixteen or seventeen years old, but had the cultivation of the eighth layer of the Transcendence Realm. Perhaps Qin Jun was already old, but just proficient in the art of preserving youth.

With that, Qin Jun and his group passed through without any hindrance, and as they watched their departing figures, the cultivators of the Black Flame Cult looked at each other.

Really just passing by?

"Hmph!"

Jun Wuhui's cold snort brought the thoughts of the Black Flame Cult's cultivators back, and the battle erupted once again.

Boom, boom, boom—

Listening to the explosions behind him, Qin Jun did not look back, but sighed, "The martial world is truly chaotic."

"The martial world?" Li Cunxiao asked in confusion.

"Where there are people, there is the martial world," Qin Jun said mysteriously, making Liu Bowen and the others ponder. This statement sounded profound.

Qin Jun didn't care about why Jun Wuhui and the Black Flame Cult were fighting.

It was nothing more than for the sake of profit. The reason why the Death Valley could attract cultivators was because it contained many rare treasures.

After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, they arrived at a cave. The surrounding woods were dense, and the cave entrance was covered by thick grass. If one didn't approach, they wouldn't be able to see that there was a cave hidden here.

"Are you sure it's in here?"

Qin Jun asked, looking somewhat awkward. The Abyss Gate's branch was established inside here?

No matter how he thought about it, it seemed somewhat impossible.

This cave entrance could only accommodate one person entering and exiting. If they encountered danger, wouldn't the Abyss Gate's branch cultivators be in trouble?

"Yes, there are dozens of warlocks inside," Bai Wuchang nodded, pausing for a moment before continuing, "And we saw a magma lake below earlier, with extremely rich spiritual energy, as if it was nurturing something."

Magma lake?

Qin Jun couldn't help but furrow his brows, then directly said, "Whoever can blow up this mountain for me!"

He didn't want to squeeze through that narrow little mountain cave, and their goal was to find the teleportation gate to the Abyss Gate, not to care about other things.

"I'll take care of it! You guys step back!"

Yuan Hong, carrying a steel rod, laughed and looked at Hei Bai Wuchang in surprise. The mountain was nearly 500 meters high, and more importantly, the mountain range extended for thousands of meters. Could it really be shattered by someone?

Qin Jun nodded, then stepped back, followed closely by Liu Bowen, Lei Zhenzi, Li Cunxiao, and Mogu Jie. Hei Bai Wuchang had to suppress their doubts and follow suit.

At the same time, the old man Sang Liang appeared again at the corner of the nearby gorge. He had a piece of grass in his mouth and was wearing tattered robes, making him look quite out of place.

Even the Buddha would probably be infuriated by his carefree appearance.

"Hey, Jun Qing, what a coincidence, we meet again," Sang Liang seemed delighted to see Qin Jun and walked over quickly.

Qin Jun's mouth twitched. This old monk was definitely following him!

"Go away!" Qin Jun impatiently ordered. If he hadn't considered the possibility of the Buddha standing behind Sang Liang, he would have wanted Lei Zhenzi to strike him dead.

Meanwhile, Yuan Hong raised the steel rod with one hand, ready to shatter the mountain in front of him.

"Jun Qing, I haven't been following you," Sang Liang explained with a playful smile. "I came to investigate the whereabouts of the rumored demon in the Valley of Death, and it seems to be here..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yuan Hong swung the steel rod.

With one swing, the situation changed dramatically!

End of the chapter.