The straw-cloaked man became extremely angry, thinking that the little cultivator he had assumed would be easy to slay had disappeared in an instant.
The duck that should have been within easy grasp slipped away, challenging his authority, he felt.
Worse yet, if the powers behind these geniuses learned of his deeds, they likely wouldn't let things slide easily!
He must eliminate the roots and all!
The straw-cloaked man's eyes swirled with murderous intent, a thick stench of blood rushing to the sky as waves of bloody light spread, enveloping the Divine Beast Mountain Range within them.
"Hehe, this is the Thousand-Mile Soul-Searching Technique, within a thousand miles, no matter where the person is, I can instantly find their position," he said.
"I refuse to believe that a few youngsters could disappear thousands of miles away in an instant!"
The straw-cloaked man cackled coldly and earnestly sensed the situation within the mountain range.