Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren stopped in their tracks and looked up at the special mountain peak ahead.
It was called special because that mountain peak was a mountain of gold.
The towering peak rose straight up from the ground, piercing the heavens, holding the sun in its palm, standing majestically a thousand metres away.
The entire mountain looked as if it had been cast from pure gold, radiating boundless golden light that stung the eyes almost blind.
Moreover, this golden mountain was extraordinarily vast, stretching endlessly for ten thousand li without an end in sight.
The golden light that Ye Qiu and the others had seen from afar earlier was actually the radiance emitted by this mountain peak.
“Little brat, that mountain peak is not made of gold, is it?”
Changmei Zhenren exclaimed in shock: “If it really is gold, then we are completely rich.”
“No, I have to run over and take a bite to see if it is really gold!”
With that, Changmei Zhenren was about to charge forward.
“Stop!” Ye Qiu grabbed Changmei Zhenren and cursed in a low voice: “Put away your filthy habit, or you will not even know how you die.”
Ye Qiu pointed ahead.
Changmei Zhenren followed the direction of Ye Qiu’s finger and only then noticed that many people were standing a thousand metres away.
He immediately spotted Qi Tian, Chen Tianming, as well as Wang Cong and the disciples of the Huanggu Holy Land.
At the same time, he also saw Xiao Yichen.
Xiao Yichen led the disciples of the Butian Sect, standing at the very front of the group, hands behind his back, exuding an otherworldly aura.
There was another group standing in a different direction. They were from the Taichu Holy Land, led by a young man with an extremely powerful aura.
The six top forces of the Eastern Wasteland had now gathered five of them. Only the people from the Chaos Holy Land had not yet arrived.
The five factions stood in five different positions, all gathered at the foot of the mountain peak.
“That was close. If I had rushed over just now, those people might have killed me.”
Changmei Zhenren felt a wave of lingering fear, then immediately started gloating: “Five factions gathered together. Now there is going to be a good show.”
“Do you not feel something is off?” Ye Qiu said: “Five factions gathered, yet why is there no fighting between them?”
“You are right. Why are they so calm?” Changmei Zhenren looked carefully and saw that everyone was staring at the mountain peak with faces full of anticipation.
“It looks like they are waiting for something.” Changmei Zhenren suddenly had a wild idea: “Could it be that the Dragon Emperor’s inheritance is inside that golden mountain?”
Ye Qiu replied: “It is not impossible.”
“Little brat, what should we do now?” Changmei Zhenren said: “I will listen to you.”
Ye Qiu thought for a moment and said: “To be cautious, we should not go over for now. Let us wait here and see what happens, then act according to the situation.”
“Yes, that is safer.” Changmei Zhenren nodded.
But at that moment, a group of people suddenly appeared and charged straight towards where Changmei Zhenren was standing.
“The second divine son of the Chaos Holy Land has arrived. Get out of the way immediately!”
The leading disciple of the Chaos Holy Land shouted loudly. In his view, as long as others heard the name of the Chaos Holy Land, they would obediently step aside.
However, Changmei Zhenren did not move.
“What the hell are you? You think you are worthy of telling me to get out of the way?” Changmei Zhenren cursed.
“Seeking death.” The Chaos Holy Land disciple heard this and charged straight at Changmei Zhenren without another word.
Changmei Zhenren was not polite either. He slapped out a palm and sent the Chaos Holy Land disciple flying. “Ah…”
The disciple cried out in pain and fell more than ten metres away.
Instantly, everyone from the Chaos Holy Land stopped and glared at Changmei Zhenren with hostile eyes.
Ye Qiu’s gaze fell on the crowd and landed on a young man wearing a grey robe.
The young man had an extraordinary appearance and a powerful aura. Surrounded by a group of Chaos Holy Land disciples, he stood out like a crane among chickens.
This person was the second divine son of the Chaos Holy Land, Wu Qinghao!
At this moment, the disciple who had been slapped flying by Changmei Zhenren climbed up from the ground, pointed at Changmei Zhenren and shouted: “You filthy dog, how dare you block the path of our divine son and even strike me. Are you tired of living?”
Changmei Zhenren said coldly: “The ground is so vast. Why must you pass through right here? Can you not go around?”
“You…” The disciple raised his fist.
“Stop!” Wu Qinghao suddenly let out a deep shout and scolded the disciple: “I have warned you long ago to keep a low profile. With your meagre cultivation, you still dare to act so arrogantly. You deserve to be beaten.”
Then Wu Qinghao looked at Changmei Zhenren and said: “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wu Qinghao, the second divine son of the Chaos Holy Land.”
“May I ask, did he bump into you just now?”
Changmei Zhenren replied: “If I had not reacted quickly enough, I would have been knocked over.”
“So, he did not bump into you, correct?” As soon as Wu Qinghao finished speaking, he suddenly released the overwhelming pressure of the peak of the Tongshen realm.
“Not good…” Ye Qiu’s heart skipped a beat. He secretly cried out in alarm, but it was already too late to act.
“Pa!”
A crisp slap rang out.
Then Ye Qiu saw Changmei Zhenren fly backwards. There was a bright red palm print on the left side of his face, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Qiu’s gaze instantly turned as cold as a sword.
Wu Qinghao looked at Changmei Zhenren and said: “He did not even bump into you, yet you dared to strike someone. This slap is the price you pay.”
“Besides, you are just a servant. So what if he bumped into you? What can you do about it?”
With that, Wu Qinghao turned to look at the disciple who had been slapped by Changmei Zhenren earlier and cursed: “Useless trash. The place is so big. Why did you have to pass through right here?”
“This servant is so ugly. Just looking at him makes me sick.”
When Changmei Zhenren heard this, his eyes turned bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and glared at Wu Qinghao.
“What are you glaring at? Are you a frog or something?”
Wu Qinghao said arrogantly: “I am the second divine son of the Chaos Holy Land. You are nothing but a lowly servant. Being able to see someone as great as me is the fortune you accumulated over eight lifetimes…”
“Hmph!” Ye Qiu let out a cold snort, stepped forward, walked to Changmei Zhenren’s side, and coldly stared at Wu Qinghao across from him. He said: “Striking my servant right in front of me. You are really too overbearing.”
“I advise you to apologise to my servant immediately.”
“Otherwise, do not blame me for being impolite.”
Changmei Zhenren had been humiliated. As his friend, Ye Qiu naturally had to stand up for him.
Moreover, this Wu Qinghao was simply too arrogant.
Wu Qinghao did not take Ye Qiu seriously at all. Hearing Ye Qiu’s words, he sneered: “You want this divine son to apologise to a servant? Are you not afraid he will lose years off his life?”
Ye Qiu’s gaze grew even colder. He said: “I will say it one last time. Apologise to my servant immediately.”
“Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like this? Do you believe I will kill you right now?” Wu Qinghao finished speaking, and a powerful killing intent surged from his body.
At that moment, a cold voice rang out.
“Wu Qinghao, you are so impressive. Do you want to kill me as well?”
