The youth with the strikingly handsome face was none other than Qin Changsheng, someone who should have died long ago!
Mo Fan had personally witnessed him being devoured by that fellow Poison Fang. Later, Mo Fan himself had swallowed Poison Fang. By all rights, this man should have been utterly dead beyond any doubt!
Yet why was he appearing here?
This left Mo Fan deeply puzzled, while a shadow simultaneously settled over his heart.
His impression of Qin Changsheng was extremely poor. That fellow had forced him into desperate situations time and again.
“Could he really be Qin Changsheng?”
Mo Fan frowned, but he soon took a deep breath and sneered inwardly, “Even if it truly is Qin Changsheng, at worst I will just kill him once more!”
“I refuse to believe he can actually be immortal and indestructible!”
Perhaps sensing Mo Fan’s gaze, Qin Changsheng grinned at him right then, his lips moving slightly.
Soon, a familiar voice reached Mo Fan’s ears.
“Laibao, I told you long ago that you and I are fated!”
“This time, however, I will not let you escape again!”
“No, it will not be only you. Not a single monster in this place will get away!”
“In the past, your demon race’s Saint King bathed my Great River Academy in blood. It is time for that debt to be repaid!”
Hearing Qin Changsheng’s words, Mo Fan remained unmoved, yet he also understood one thing: this fellow really was Qin Changsheng!
The Witch Clan cultivators made no attempt to conceal their goal: the corpse of that true dragon!
Daoist Qingfeng’s eyelid twitched when he saw this. He seemed to realise something and immediately shouted, “Attack! We absolutely cannot let these Witch Clan members approach the true dragon corpse!”
With that, he transformed into a streak of sword light and charged straight at the group of Witch Clan cultivators.
“Could they be planning to use witchcraft and gu arts to control that true dragon corpse?”
At this moment, Mo Fan could not help feeling his scalp go numb.
He dared not imagine what kind of terrifying might the true dragon corpse would unleash if it were revived!
But if that happened, they would almost certainly all die!
Mo Fan finally understood the meaning behind Qin Changsheng’s earlier words. They intended to borrow the power of the true dragon corpse to slaughter every cultivator inside the cavern!
“Stop them!!”
Once he grasped the Witch Clan’s aim, Mo Fan no longer hesitated. He took the initiative and charged towards the Witch Clan group.
Seeing this, the remaining cultivators also surged forward as one.
However, the witch-gu puppets on the ground suddenly went berserk, rushing madly at the cultivators like possessed demons. Many ancient corpses even soared into the sky, attempting to block the path of Daoist Qingfeng, Mo Fan, and the other powerhouses.
“Get lost!”
Daoist Qingfeng let out a low shout. With a casual swing of his sword, he sliced more than ten ancient corpses in half at the waist.
His sword intent blazed fiercely. His sword qi was utterly terrifying. Among all the cultivators present, his offensive power was unquestionably the strongest. Even Mo Fan admitted he was inferior.
Not even the ancient corpses could hinder his advance.
Very quickly, Daoist Qingfeng turned into a streak of sword light and arrived before the Witch Clan group.
“Die!”
His voice was ice-cold, his gaze frosty. His entire body practically transformed into sword light as he thrust straight at the leading figure, Old Wu.
“Heh!”
Old Wu turned his head. His aged face appeared beneath the grey hood. Far from showing the slightest fear at the incoming sword strike from Daoist Qingfeng, he actually cracked a grin.
“Ding!”
In the next instant, Daoist Qingfeng’s sword pierced Old Wu’s body, yet it could not penetrate the grey robe at all.
What?!
Daoist Qingfeng’s pupils contracted sharply!
This sword had been delivered with almost his full strength. He was confident he could have pierced the previous Chilin Saint King with a single strike, yet now he could not even breach this old fellow’s robe. Shock and dread filled his heart.
“The famed Three Feet of Azure Peak is only this much. It seems the sword cultivators of Tianxuan Holy Land are merely empty reputation!”
Old Wu spoke calmly, then immediately sent a palm strike against Daoist Qingfeng’s chest, instantly sending him flying.
“Swoosh!”
At that moment, a whistling sound rapidly approached.
Accompanied by the sharp sound of something cutting through air, a lightning divine spear crashed down and ruthlessly stabbed into Old Wu’s body.
It was Mo Fan striking!
Yet what shocked him was that this spear also failed to breach the defence on Old Wu’s body. Not even the robe showed the slightest damage.
How could this be?
Incredible shock surged through Mo Fan’s heart. He immediately recalled the Thunder God Spear, then shot high into the sky. A lightning mark appeared on his forehead.
Divine ability: Thunder Emperor Phenomenon!
Boom!
In an instant, thunderclouds covered the entire ceiling of the cavern. A colossal figure could be faintly seen within the clouds.
Boom!
The next moment, a terrifying divine spear formed entirely of lightning plunged down from the thunderclouds, aiming straight at the Witch Clan group below!
Every Witch Clan cultivator paled at the sight, because this time they all felt an extremely terrifying pressure.
At the critical moment, Old Wu soared upward, blocking the might of the spear single-handedly.
BOOM!
A tremendous explosion reverberated throughout the cavern. Old Wu was instantly engulfed by the dazzling thunderlight erupting from the spear, making it impossible to see his figure clearly.
The sheer power of this spear left every cultivator in the cavern stunned with fear.
Both human and demon cultivators were roused and excited. In their view, this spear from Mo Fan should be enough to completely obliterate that old fellow!
However, reality often defies expectations.
When all the thunderlight finally dissipated, the enormous spear slowly vanished in mid-air.
Yet Old Wu’s figure still stood calmly in the sky, his expression as relaxed as if nothing had happened.
He was completely unharmed!
Seeing this scene, all the cultivators involuntarily sucked in a cold breath while a sense of despair rose in their hearts.
There was no doubt that Daoist Qingfeng and Mo Fan were the two strongest cultivators in the cavern, yet even they could not breach that old fellow’s defence.
This filled everyone with terror.
Within the thunderclouds, Mo Fan narrowed his eyes. A feeling of powerlessness emerged in his heart, yet his gaze grew even brighter.
Because under that previous strike, he had finally seen why the opponent was so powerful.
It was not that the old fellow himself was this strong. The problem lay with the robe he wore!
That was no ordinary item. It was an immortal treasure!
A treasure robe that surpassed top-grade spirit treasures!
“Fellow seniors, I understand now. This old bastard is wearing an immortal robe. Its defence is immeasurable. With our strength currently suppressed by the laws of this secret realm, we have no way to breach his defence!”
Mo Fan’s voice quickly rang throughout the cavern, causing the expressions of Daoist Qingfeng, Bai Lu, and the other powerhouses to change slightly.
They all knew this spelled serious trouble.
If that old fellow was truly wearing an immortal robe, how were they supposed to fight?
Even Mo Fan himself felt his scalp go numb after voicing his guess, and a trace of despair appeared.
But very quickly, something else occurred to him.
It seemed… was not entirely impossible to stop these people!
“Young demon, your eyes are rather sharp. Since you already know, this old man will not hide it any longer!”
Seeing his secret exposed by Mo Fan, Old Wu was not annoyed. Instead, he sneered coldly and directly released the restrictions on his immortal robe.
The next moment, his grey robe instantly became incomparably brilliant. Golden runic patterns emerged on the robe, as though a golden immortal garment was superimposed upon the grey cloth.
It really was an immortal robe?
All the cultivators fell silent at the sight.
“As everyone can see, this old man wears an immortal robe. Let alone the fact that your cultivation has already been suppressed by the laws of this secret realm, even without suppression, none of you could harm me in the slightest.”
“So… what do you have to stop me with?”
“My Witch Clan has lain dormant for many years. The time has come for us to rise once more!”
“Hahahahahaha…”
Old Wu raised both hands high and laughed maniacally in mid-air!
