Volume 1, Chapter 158: Insipid and Worthless

Everyone fell into a brief silence. They had already heard this news, but they never expected that the four Nascent Soul cultivators, "Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon," would actually be abducted by him, remaining missing to this day.

A dark vein bulged on Lei Xiang's forehead as he glared coldly at the young man. The young man shrank back, let out a cold snort, scampered back to his own team, and even made a funny face at Lei Xiang.

"I don't need to tell you. Very well, your mission is over." Ning Hai withdrew his bronze sword and turned to leave.

Let alone the quasi-god-tier powerhouses! Even thinking about it now, she felt it was somewhat surreal. If she hadn't happened to witness Li Ran's true prowess firsthand inside, she would never have believed that anyone could possibly recruit troops of that tier into their fold.

If such military might were to be displayed before the eyes of the world, the entire world would likely be shaken to its core, An Zhenxi couldn't help thinking to herself at this moment.

"Waiting for you to welcome him? She went offline long ago! Ren Jing~" At this moment, Situ Jing from the side suddenly chimed in for some reason.

The Mighty Vajra Fist struck out with a loud bang, and the blood-colored Flood Dragon instantly turned into a mist of blood that dyed Zhang Li red. Following closely, Zhang Li's expression changed wildly because he heard even more terrifying roars of beasts, and an increasing number of ferocious beasts came charging at him to kill.

The Grand Preceptor of Great Ming was dumbfounded, but being the Grand Preceptor, he quickly analyzed the pros and cons and stood respectfully behind the three green-robed immortals, hoping to obtain their protection.

Li Lanfeng was well aware of the intentions in the hearts of Ning Hai and Ming Xuan, and she also understood what it meant to keep the bigger picture in mind, but when this matter truly fell upon her own shoulders, it was not as easy as it sounded.

Yet Yun Qi did not dare to face Lu Zhanyan's sharp edge head-on for a moment, dodging frantically to and fro, so much that as the two chased and fled within this room, they still had not decided the victor.

At this time, everyone suddenly understood, and the gazes they directed at the figure in black were instantly filled with deep hatred.

"Lian Qiuji, the Great Radiance Sect is tens of thousands of kilometers away from here. What are you doing here?" Lin Dong asked.

The late-stage Saint Origin realm powerhouse who had launched the strike wore an ugly expression, but the facts were right before his eyes. He had only managed to shake a hundred-li radius, which fell far short of the rugged man's half-city. This was an era where strength spoke, and he retreated to the side without a word.

Jian Xueying nodded and stood up. With a wave of her hand, thousands of sword gleams tore through the void toward a distant forest. That magnificent and beautiful forest was instantly completely pulverized by Jian Xueying's power, destroyed with a mere flick of her hand.

Afterwards, her garments billowed violently, and the color of her soul radiance turned as pitch-black as thick ink, the might she erupted with rising step by step. All the high-ranking members of the Reincarnation Hall vaguely felt that Su Qinqing's current actual soul power was probably comparable to that of Hall Master Yin Yan.

Qin Yang exchanged a few general greetings and immediately tidied up his bed simply. He lived on the upper bunk of Wu Jing, while the yet-unseen Ye Liangchen lived on the upper bunk of Lu Bushe.

The hall was pin-drop silent. Regardless of whether they were friend or foe, everyone was left utterly speechless by Ye Lingsu. Suddenly, Chu Kongshan let out a long whistle, clapped his hands, and laughed, "Elusive as a ghost, elusive as a ghost..." With that, he burst into hearty laughter, looking even happier than if he had won the fight himself.

The horn blasts were lingering; one had barely faded when another rose. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of horns sounded simultaneously, piercing through the clouds and shattering stone, agitating the wind and clouds.

At this point, Jia Min could no longer care about saving face for her position; as long as she could keep her post, or take a step back and avoid being held accountable, that would be enough.

At the foothills of the Heavenly Dragon Mountain, blood-qi surged forth, and a pillar of blood-colored light impacted the firmament, scattering dense dark-red clouds like blooming fireworks that covered the heavens. The earth rumbled, and the entire Heavenly Dragon Mountain began to awaken as if it possessed life. The vast earth was covered by a torrential rain of blood descending from the dark-red clouds.

"This is impossible." Feng Liancheng finally understood. The Floating Dust Sect had always kept to itself, and the Sect Master was especially adept at self-preservation; it was impossible for them to murder Qing Yu simply because the Island Master's position was usurped by Feng Nieyang. It could only be a frame-up by Wu Weiyang, because among the Twelve Gates of Penglai, only the Floating Dust Sect kept aloof from worldly affairs and was the hardest to control, hence why she struck first to gain the upper hand.

Li Gan was also quite a capable man; even with his eggs broken, he could still endure the excruciating pain and remain calm enough to make a phone call. Such composure was truly composure to the absolute extreme.

"Since you're so formidable, why don't you become the gang leader yourself instead of making your wife the leader?" Jiang Ling could not help asking.

Choosing the highest peak in the back mountains of the Snow Lotus Sect, Ruolan used her lightness skill to reach the summit, only to see the cliff shrouded in dense mist, obscuring the bottom of the valley.

"Tramp, tramp, tramp." With every step forward Ye Zhang took, his heartbeat thumped violently, until Ye Zhang walked right up to him, and Jian De didn't even have the thought of fleeing anymore, sitting on the ground in utter despair.

It seemed the clan leader had taken quite a heavy tumble, and the Miao people hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

With a broken hand, everyone felt deep shock on top of excruciating pain. A fist colliding with a fist broke a hand—was this an iron sledgehammer?

The puppet beings that had frequently appeared across the Six Realms over the years all originated from the two factions of Penglai. Yet how could the ancient divine power of Jiuli ever be wielded by mortal immortal might? Viewed in this light, the Feng brothers were merely titular masters of Penglai, but Penglai's foundations had long since been shaken and fallen into the hands of the Queen Mother of the West.

Along the rest of the journey, apart from Feng Ling, everyone else deliberately kept a wide distance from Sister Meng. Who knew how many gu-worms this woman actually kept hidden on her? Enchanting as her appearance might be, what if she turned out to be a venomous beauty with a scorpion's heart? If she got into a bad mood and planted a gu-worm in you, that would be disastrous.