"Who goes there!" the woman shouted, soaring into the sky on her magical artifact, her sword cleaving through the air and severing the tree trunk with a thunderous roar.

Two clumps of withered leaves suddenly fell before them, obscuring their vision with an eerie abnormality.

"Hmph, a mere eighth level of Qi cultivation and you dare to play tricks!" the Noble Sect woman scolded sharply, her sword pointing at them, "Since you've seen us, you cannot be allowed to leave."

Chen Xun remained calm as still water, not wasting words. His gaze fell on the struggling little bird, a murderous intent flickering in his eyes. His body surged forward with speed, seizing the Silicon Valley bird in his grasp and crushing it, blood splattering his hands.