Kuang Han harassed Jiang Chen ceaselessly with his secret method. He could sense that they were closing in on their prey. Even though it wouldn’t cause any physical harm, it was imperative that he instill terror in the target.

“Fellow daoists, I can say with utmost certainty that he’s the murderer,” Kuang Han stated while giving chase.

“Why do you say so?”

“What makes you so certain, Daoist Kuang?”

“Simple. That brat wasn’t affected at all by the pressure of my consciousness and continues to run without slowing down. Have you ever seen a genius of this caliber in the great emperor realm?”

The two other daoists fell into deep contemplation with the countered question.

“That’s true. How can that brat be immune to your mental assault? Not even Xuan Rui or Kuang Rong can withstand our combined attacks, even from several hundred miles away.”

“I can’t believe there’s such a formidable monster on Winterdraw Island. Is it possible that he isn’t even part of the trial, but...