Goodbye, No Need to Send Me Off

Di Haoran finally remembered—there was indeed such a person.

The reason it took him so long to recall was mainly because Su Luo had some reputation in the South Continent, but in the grand scheme of things, it was insignificant.

Someone of Di Haoran’s stature wouldn’t bother paying attention to such trivial figures.

A demonic cultivator of Su Luo’s level would naturally be dealt with by others in his sect; there was no need for Di Haoran to intervene personally.

Only figures like the Four Demon Monarchs could barely warrant his attention.

“You’re Su Luo, aren’t you?”

At this moment, Di Haoran’s oppressive aura intensified. If this was someone from the former Heavenly Demon Sect, then there was nothing more to discuss.

“That’s me.” Su Luo admitted openly.

Without hesitation, Di Haoran struck.

A seemingly ordinary sword beam, but he knew it was more than enough to deal with a Void Refinement cultivator like Su Luo.

In fact, the mere fact that Su Luo had forced him to draw his sword was already an achievement.

Even in death, the world would remember that Su Luo had fallen to Di Haoran, the Mahayana-stage sect master of the Emperor Heaven Sect.

“Feel honored—then die.” Di Haoran sheathed his sword.

“Hehe, not happening.”

Jiang Ningshu took a step forward, and a surge of demonic energy erupted, effortlessly dispersing Di Haoran’s sword beam.

Then, her own oppressive aura exploded forth.

The skies above the Northern Heavenly Gate were instantly shrouded in her demonic energy, completely overshadowing Di Haoran’s presence.

All those present could feel nothing but Jiang Ningshu’s overwhelming pressure.

The Northern Heavenly Gate was stunned once again.

They had thought Di Haoran’s intervention was already extraordinary, but now, someone even more formidable had appeared.

Who was this?!

“This is terrifying… I want to leave the Northern Heavenly Gate. I want to go home.”

“A battle like this is rare—I must study it carefully.”

“As expected of an immortal’s legacy—all sorts of monsters are crawling out of the woodwork.”

“Hey, hey! People are fainting left and right, and you’re still chatting? Run!”

“Run where? Just look at the sky!”

Within the Northern Heavenly Gate, people were collapsing one after another. Those still standing were already impressive.

But they weren’t too worried—after all, Di Haoran was here.

Di Haoran’s expression darkened.

Mahayana.

How rare.

Though surprised, Di Haoran wasn’t afraid.

Even if they were both at the Mahayana stage, he didn’t believe he would lose.

Moreover, there was another Mahayana expert from the Emperor Heaven Sect present.

Di Haoran had originally planned to lead the team into the Barbaric Wastelands to secure the immortal’s legacy while the other Mahayana expert remained at the Northern Heavenly Gate as backup.

“To think the demonic path still has someone this powerful. Who are you?”

Di Haoran had a suspicion—this might be the former Demon Lord, Jiang Ningshu.

But something felt slightly off.

Jiang Ningshu had naturally disguised herself.

“What’s wrong? Weren’t you going to kill us?”

Her tone was deliberately provoking.

Di Haoran’s face darkened further, but he remained silent as he drew his sword again.

Such blatant mockery was intolerable for the leader of the North’s foremost sect.

“Blazing Sun Sundering Heaven Sword!”

Di Haoran’s blade erupted with apocalyptic flames.

A technique from a powerhouse like him was naturally world-shaking in scale.

Yet, in the next moment, the flames vanished. Without their power, the attack’s might was drastically reduced.

Jiang Ningshu countered with a single slash, sending Di Haoran flying dozens of meters back—straight into the city walls.

Using fire against Su Luo? That was just asking for trouble.

By now, Su Luo and Little Yu had already scaled the walls. Beyond them lay the Barbaric Wastelands.

Di Haoran gave chase, baffled by the disappearance of his flames.

He switched techniques and pressed the attack.

Losing one exchange didn’t mean defeat—even against another Mahayana expert, Di Haoran wouldn’t go down so easily.

Jiang Ningshu continued parrying his strikes.

Meanwhile, Su Luo unleashed a barrage of a hundred punches in an instant—countless Void Hands assailing Di Haoran.

Let’s be clear: Su Luo had never agreed to a one-on-one fight.

If they dragged this out until nightfall, there’d still be no winner.

Their goal was simply to cross over.

Di Haoran found himself forced onto the defensive, unable to seize an opening.

Jiang Ningshu alone was troublesome enough, but Su Luo’s Void Hands made it worse.

He had already taken multiple hits.

Individually, they were negligible—but quantity had a quality of its own.

Di Haoran had to reassess Su Luo.

Being able to disrupt him at all was impressive.

But why?

Why were Su Luo’s attacks so potent? And so numerous?

For a Void Refinement cultivator, this was absurd.

Su Luo and Little Yu had already descended the wall, advancing into the Barbaric Wastelands.

Di Haoran was furious—letting them escape would be a disgrace.

Yet Jiang Ningshu gave him no opening.

Then, even more Void Hands came raining down.

Di Haoran almost cursed aloud—how did Su Luo have so much stamina?!

He had no choice but to defend.

If he got injured, dealing with Jiang Ningshu would become impossible.

As for Su Luo? He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. These punches cost him nothing.

Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Ningshu disengaged and rejoined Su Luo.

“Goodbye—no need to see us off.” Su Luo chuckled.

The three of them leisurely walked away.

“Do you think escaping will be that easy?!” Di Haoran roared.

Having witnessed their strength, he couldn’t let them go.

But facing them alone was difficult, so he immediately called for backup.

He wasn’t foolish enough to fight alone when reinforcements were available.

“Jiutian Patriarch, lend me your aid!”

The Jiutian Patriarch was the other Mahayana expert stationed at the Northern Heavenly Gate—a former sect master of the Emperor Heaven Sect who had retired long ago.

Though older than Di Haoran, his strength was comparable.

It just went to show that even among geniuses, there were hierarchies. Di Haoran’s talent was exceptional, ranking among the best in the sect’s history.

Yet the Jiutian Patriarch’s response was unexpected: “Di Haoran, forget those three! Come help me now!”

His voice was urgent.

Confused, Di Haoran soon understood why.

As Jiang Ningshu’s demonic energy dissipated from the skies, an enormous meteor came into view.

The Jiutian Patriarch was struggling to hold it back—if it fell, the Northern Heavenly Gate would be annihilated.

Su Luo merely remarked, “Heavenfire Meteor.”

Then he left with Little Yu and Jiang Ningshu, unhurried.

The meteor was, of course, Su Luo’s doing.

Now at the peak of Mahayana, his techniques had reached terrifying heights.

And with the added boost from the Dice, even a single Mahayana expert couldn’t stop it.

Di Haoran watched their retreating figures, seething.

They had truly gotten away.

But there was no choice—he turned to deal with the meteor.

With his help, the meteor was eventually neutralized.

By then, Su Luo’s group had long vanished.

“Su Luo… I’ll remember you.”

Di Haoran snorted coldly.