God Destroying Pearl

Not long after, Song Yun stood beside the two fallen killers with a frown on his face.

He thought the two killers would carry some items that could reveal their identities, but after searching, he found nothing except the bronze plates around their waists.

Song Yun squatted down and looked carefully at the bronze plate in his hand.

The texture of the bronze plate is simple and elegant, with the word "隐" engraved on it. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, as if it contains an invisible power.

Song Yun could feel that this word exuded a faint murderous aura. Although the murderous aura was weak, it was extremely condensed and obviously not something an ordinary person could possess.

Song Yun's mind moved, and he guessed that the two killers might be members of a sect or organization.

The word "hidden" may be their symbol, representing their identity and belonging.

Song Yun knew that in this world, there were many secret sects and organizations. They acted mysteriously and were unknown to the public, but they possessed powerful strength.

After putting the two bronze medals into the storage bag, Song Yun stood up, his eyes as fast as lightning, and scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense to confirm that no one was following or monitoring him.

Although Song Yun was full of doubts, he knew that now was not the time to dwell on the reasons for the assassination. It would be better to dispose of the body and leave here first.

Thinking of this, Song Yun recalled the fireball technique he had mastered not long ago. It was a basic spell that used the spiritual power in the body to condense flames to form an attack or defense method.

Then, as Song Yun's mind moved, a ball of hot flame gradually gathered in his palm. The flame gradually took shape and turned into a fist-sized fireball, emitting a heart-pounding high temperature.

He opened his eyes, his gaze determined, and aimed at the body of one of the killers. With a slight wave of his hand, a fireball whizzed out and hit the target accurately.

There was a loud bang and the flames instantly engulfed the corpse, eliminating all traces and leaving only a charred area and a faint smoke.

Seeing this, Song Yun secretly admired the power of the fireball technique, and then followed the same method to deal with the other killer's body cleanly.

Afterwards, Song Yun continued to cross the Tiger Roar Mountains.

After a difficult journey, Song Yun finally arrived at the other end of the Tiger Roaring Mountains. According to the instructions on the map, he could reach Qingyun City in just a few dozen kilometers.

After walking for another ten kilometers, the view suddenly opened up. A vast plain stretched into the distance, and the outline of a towering city could be vaguely seen - that was Qingyun City.

However, just as they were about to approach Qingyun City, a discordant noise broke the surrounding tranquility.

A group of ragged and ferocious-looking robbers suddenly emerged from all directions and surrounded Song Yun.

They held various weapons in their hands, with greed and cunning in their eyes.

The leader was a fat, gloomy-faced middle-aged man. His cultivation in the early stage of foundation building was particularly outstanding among this group of people. There was a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy around him, and he was obviously a character that was not easy to deal with.

"Humph, kid, you are unlucky to be bumped into by our brothers from Black Wind Village."

The fat-faced bandit leader sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring straight at the storage bag on Song Yun's waist.

"If you know what's best for you, just hand over your storage bag and we'll consider sparing your life. Otherwise..."

Faced with this sudden threat, Song Yun was not at all panicked. Instead, he curled up a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes calm and deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"Really?"

Song Yun shook his head slightly, with a tone of unquestionable firmness, and said: "However, I also want to tell you something - you all, leave your storage bags, and I might consider sparing your lives."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air around them seemed to freeze. The robbers looked at each other, obviously shocked by Song Yun's courage.

The fat-faced bandit leader's face darkened, and he laughed out of anger: "Haha, what an ignorant brat! It seems you don't know how famous the Black Wind Village is! Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame us for being rude!"

Following the bandit leader's order, the robbers rushed towards Song Yun with roars.

However, facing this overwhelming attack, Song Yun seemed unusually calm.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if he had merged into the surrounding space. Then his figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot. Using his mysterious spatial teleportation skills, he moved freely among the group of robbers like a ghost.

Every time he appeared, a robber fell.

The robbers were terrified. They had never seen such strange movements. It was as if Song Yun did not belong to this world, but was an existence above space.

Their attacks became disorganized and their morale quickly collapsed.

Finally, when the last robber was easily killed by Song Yun, the bandit leader could no longer remain calm.

He roared, jumped up suddenly, and clenched a large knife with cold light in both hands. With the strong spiritual power of the early stage of foundation building, he slashed towards Song Yun.

This attack condensed all his strength and anger, and he vowed to tear Song Yun into pieces.

However, Song Yun just smiled slightly, his figure blurred again, and he easily avoided the bandit leader's fatal blow.

Then, he flicked his fingers lightly, and a spiritual rope condensed by the power of space suddenly shot out, instantly entangled the bandit leader's limbs, and bound him tightly in the air, unable to move.

"You... who are you?" The bandit leader's face was pale, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

Song Yun walked forward, looked at the bandit leader with deep eyes, and asked calmly: "Tell me, do you know which sects or organizations use tokens with the word 'hidden' on them?"

When the bandit leader heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then his face changed as if he thought of something.