Chapter 1671: Resistance

At this moment, Xiao Yifeng held a portrait in his hand, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Who is this woman on the portrait? Even Xiao Xiu remembers her so clearly."

Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself, then shook his head.

"I must find this woman—no matter the cost, I must see her once."

Xiao Yifeng said in a low voice.

Shuuu!!!

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the void, and a man materialized before Xiao Yifeng.

"Master!!!"

The newcomer was a black-clad man who coldly called out to Xiao Yifeng.

"You've finally awakened."

"I was just about to send someone to bring you back."

Xiao Yifeng's gaze swept over the black-clad man, and a faint smile curled his lips.

"Thank you for your concern, Master."

The black-clad man said.

"By the way, do you know who this woman is?"

Xiao Yifeng pointed to the woman in the portrait and spoke.

"Master, the woman you seek is a direct bloodline descendant of the Bei Ming family."

"It is said her body contains a faint trace of Bei Ming blood."

The black-clad man said.

"So that's it."

"Then she must be related to Bei Mingshuang's father."

"Otherwise, she could never possess half of the Bei Ming bloodline."

Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself.

"Master, what are you planning to do?"

The black-clad man asked involuntarily.

"Of course, to kill and plunder."

"My current strength has reached Body Refinement Stage Six."

"With you, dealing with a mere Cultivation Stage Initiation expert should be no problem, right?"

Xiao Yifeng said, looking at the black-clad man.

"Rest assured, Master—I'll handle this task."

"I guarantee I'll complete it within three days and bring back this woman."

The black-clad man spoke with complete confidence.

"Fine, I'll wait for your good news."

Xiao Yifeng smiled lightly.

Meanwhile, in some corner of the imperial capital.

At this moment, a group of men in tight-fitting attire, wielding swords, spears, and halberds, had gathered here.

They were locked in fierce battle with several old men clad in gray robes; the fighting was intense.

Boom—boom—boom…

As a series of thunderous explosions erupted.

The gray-robed old men were all blasted backward.

Their bodies were covered in wounds—they were clearly injured.

They glared angrily at the group.

"Filthy Bei Ming scum—today, I'll send you all to meet Yama."

The group coldly shouted at the Bei Ming men.

Boom!!

Instantly, the black-clad man vanished from his spot and reappeared behind the group.

Thud!

He slapped one of the gray-robed old men in the back of the heart, reducing him instantly to a mist of blood.

"Lord Xiu Luo, beware!"

The group cried out in unison.