Two guards at the peak of the Divine Connection realm perished in the blink of an eye, leaving Wu Qianfan feeling as though his entire body had been plunged into ice.
He could never have imagined that a Saint-level powerhouse would actually descend upon the Undying Mountain.
Yet, even though he was terrified, he was, after all, a prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty with extraordinary mental fortitude. He quickly forced himself to calm down.
Wu Qianfan raised his head and saw the person who had acted.
It was the face of a middle-aged man, his hair bound with a golden crown, his eyes cold and detached, as if he scorned all living beings in the world.
Wu Qianfan noticed that on the man’s long robe was embroidered a yin-yang taiji diagram.
“A Saint from the Yin-Yang Sect?”
Shock surged through Wu Qianfan’s heart.
Although he hated this man for killing his two guards, the other party was a Saint. A single thought from him could erase Wu Qianfan from existence. Under such circumstances, Wu Qianfan hurriedly cupped his fists, bowed, and said, “This junior, the Second Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Qianfan, pays respects to the senior of the Yin-Yang Sect.”
The middle-aged man spoke, “This seat is the Sect Leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, the Wuji Heavenly Venerable!”
What?
Wu Qianfan was horrified.
At the same time, all the onlookers were stunned.
As cultivators of the Eastern Wilderness, they naturally knew the status of the Yin-Yang Sect there. Although they had never seen the Wuji Heavenly Venerable in person, his name was like thunder in their ears.
None of them had expected that the Wuji Heavenly Venerable would actually appear here.
“Greetings, Heavenly Venerable!”
Instantly, countless cultivators knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Wuji Heavenly Venerable.
Wu Tian also suppressed his anger and stood respectfully.
The Wuji Heavenly Venerable seemed not to notice these people paying their respects. His gaze fell upon Wu Qianfan as he asked, “Tell this seat, who killed Jiang Wudao? Who suppressed Ling Menghan?”
In his heart, Wu Qianfan cursed Ye Qiu endlessly. Damn it, this is all because of you.
“Are your ears deaf? Did you not hear this seat’s words?”
The Wuji Heavenly Venerable’s voice grew colder. In an instant, clouds churned in all directions, and a terrifying pressure nearly crushed this expanse of heaven and earth.
Everyone present felt their hair stand on end, their souls on the verge of shattering as they trembled uncontrollably.
Those cultivators who had not yet knelt now all fell to their knees.
Wu Qianfan’s scalp went numb. It felt as though the vault of heaven was about to crush him down. His knees buckled he was on the verge of kneeling.
“Even if he is a Saint, I must not kneel. I represent the Great Zhou Dynasty.”
Wu Qianfan secretly circulated his strength, desperately trying to stand straight. Unfortunately, even a wisp of a Saint’s pressure was too powerful his spine simply could not remain upright.
At that moment, another voice rang out from the void.
“Prince of the Great Zhou, I ask you, who killed my grandson Tuoba Xiong?”
Tuoba Yunhe stepped out from the darkness of the void.
“Another Saint-level powerhouse?” Everyone’s hearts shook violently.
What shocked them even more was that Tuoba Xiong was dead.
Wu Qianfan cursed Ye Qiu once again in his heart, “Ye Changsheng, Ye Changsheng, you have utterly ruined me.”
Unexpectedly, immediately afterwards, yet another figure emerged from the darkness of the void spoke in a sinister tone, “Wu Qianfan, I am the Vice Sect Leader of the Heaven-Mending Sect. Tell me, who killed my grandson An Ruoxi?”
What? An Ruoxi was dead too?
The kneeling crowd trembled violently. One Saint was already terrifying enough, yet three had appeared at once.
Before they could recover, another voice sounded.
“Prince of the Great Zhou, I am the Grand Elder of the Primordial Sacred Land. I ask you, who killed Li Beihai?”
Li Zhaohui appeared as well.
The crowd was so frightened they were on the verge of tears. They had come to the Undying Mountain merely to watch the excitement who could have known the excitement would be this great?
Not only had so many heavenly geniuses died, but several Saint-level powerhouses had arrived.
One must realise that Saints were supreme existences, dragons that revealed their heads but never their tails. Normally, seeing even one was difficult who could have foreseen so many appearing at once?
“If I had known so many Saints would come, I would never have come here to watch, no matter what. My little life might not be safe.”
That was the shared thought of countless cultivators.
Wu Qianfan’s heart turned utterly cold. He had not expected Saint after Saint to keep appearing.
“Ye Changsheng, you are going to get me killed.”
“You bastard, stealing my destiny was not enough, but you still have to drag me down like this?”
“You are simply the nemesis of my life.”
“And you, damnable heavens, I am a prince of the Great Zhou why do you always make me suffer misfortune?”
Despair filled Wu Qianfan’s heart.
These were genuine Saints. Even if the entire force of the Great Zhou Dynasty mobilised, they would not be a match for these few Saints.
Just then, a gentle female voice resounded through heaven and earth.
“You few old fellows, you are at least dignified Saints. Could you not speak a little more softly? Are you not afraid of scaring the juniors?”
Hearing this, some of the kneeling cultivators could not help but raise their heads glanced towards the void.
They saw a beautiful middle-aged woman step out from the darkness of the void. She wore a thin gown on her feet were exquisite soft-soled shoes embroidered with pearls.
A red jade hairpin was slanted in her hair she held a round peony ruyi fan. She smiled as she walked, her waist swaying gently, still radiating mature charm.
Especially her clothing, thin as cicada wings and semi-transparent, revealed large expanses of her skin.
With every step she took, the hearts of those on the ground skipped a beat, terrified that something might burst forth from her garments.
“So beautiful!”
Countless cultivators were entranced by the mature beauty’s allure.
“How can there be such a stunning woman in this world? Just who is she?” A young cultivator stared dumbly at Nangong Jingyun in the void, almost drooling.
It is well known that a woman like Nangong Jingyun, who still possesses such lingering charm, is fatally attractive to young men.
“I know her! She is an elder of the Chaos Sacred Land, Nangong Jingyun.”
One cultivator boasted to those beside him, “When Nangong Jingyun was young, she was an unrivalled fairy on the Heavenly Immortal List. I once saw her portrait…”
Before he could finish, his body was seized by an immense suction force. He shot into the sky and instantly appeared before Nangong Jingyun.
“Young man, you know me?” Nangong Jingyun asked with a charming smile.
The cultivator was enveloped in fragrance almost lost his soul. As if possessed, he stole a glance at her chest two words involuntarily popped into his mind.
Magnificent!
“Gulp~” The cultivator swallowed hard.
Nangong Jingyun extended a jade-like finger, gently stroked his face, and softly asked, “Good-looking?”
The cultivator nodded furiously.
“If it’s good-looking, then take a few more looks.” As Nangong Jingyun spoke, her finger slid upwards along the young cultivator’s cheek until it reached the top of his head, where she lightly brushed.
“Bang!
The cultivator’s body instantly turned to dust and scattered between heaven and earth.
“Hmph, to dare call me by my name directly, death is not enough punishment.”
Everyone felt their blood run cold.
No one had expected that Nangong Jingyun, whose smile was so beautiful, would be so ruthless when she struck.
Wu Qianfan’s eyelids twitched wildly as he thought to himself, “This woman is no pushover.”
After killing the cultivator, Nangong Jingyun toyed with a lock of hair by her ear, then smiled at Wu Qianfan and said, “You are the prince of the Great Zhou, yes?”
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nangong Jingyun, an elder of the Chaos Sacred Land. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
