I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals 446

## Chapter 440: Unprecedented Wealth, Frontline Battlefield (13th Day Rest)

“It’s Wu Jian Men—”

The moment the Shadow Blade slashed, Qing Mu Zhen Jun felt a chill run down his spine. His heart skipped a beat as he sensed the threat of death.

Lu Wu Gui was shameless, not following the rules of war!

He had no time to be angry or confused. How could a Wu Jian Men True Jun assassin choose to help Lu Chang An?

In the blink of an eye…

Qing Mu Zhen Jun, unable to maintain his Qing Xuan Sword Formation, hastily channeled his spiritual energy for self-preservation.

Almost at the same time.

Lu Chang An’s eyes glowed with a radiant light. His soul power surged, radiating a terrifying aura.

His spiritual energy instantly climbed to the peak of Nascent Soul mid-stage, even stronger!

Before practicing the “Thousand Machine Derivation of the Spirit Sutra,” Lu Chang An’s soul power, with the blessing of the fourth reincarnation, was comparable to that of a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator.

The sixth layer of the Derivation of the Spirit Sutra provided a slight improvement. While lacking the qualitative leap of the seventh layer, his spiritual energy was more powerful, refined, and subtly controlled.

Empowered by his unprecedentedly powerful soul power, Lu Chang An unleashed a long-planned “Spike Arrow.”

The piercing shriek of sharp metal ripped through the soul realm, reaching Qing Mu Zhen Jun almost simultaneously with the Shadow Blade.

The flow of time in the material world seemed to freeze. The fierce battle between Di Yan Jun and the Fourth-Rank Peng Bird in the distance turned into slow motion.

Whoosh!

A long, nail-shaped arrow shadow traversed the void, vanishing in a flash. Even Nascent Soul level spiritual energy could only catch a glimpse of it, a fleeting blur.

“Soul attack treasure!”

Qing Mu Zhen Jun was horrified, his heart sinking.

The tip of the nail-shaped arrow shadow shimmered with dark gold light, emanating a terrifying aura that seemed to transcend the material world, striking directly at his Nascent Soul consciousness.

Ssssh!

From behind, the Shadow Blade’s sharp energy blade had already cut through his azure robe, revealing the dark blue scales underneath.

The dual threats from front and back left Qing Mu Zhen Jun with no time to spare. He could not fully defend against both attacks with his hastily channeled spiritual energy.

He had to make a choice.

“Block!”

The azure Nascent Soul within Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s body shone brightly.

The tiny Nascent Soul figure made a hand gesture, a skull mask appearing on its face. It was surrounded by icy, gray-white flames, actively confronting the Spike Arrow.

Crack!

The skull mask developed large cracks, the gray-white flames extinguished, barely blocking the Spike Arrow. It did not directly pierce the Nascent Soul spiritual body.

Boom!

The burst of arrow shadow light caused the Nascent Soul figure to groan, its face turning pale. A sharp pain surged through its consciousness, nearly causing a brief period of dizziness.

As the Nascent Soul was injured.

The Shadow Blade directly struck Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s body from behind.

The “Dragon Scale Armor” under his tattered robe glowed with a faint dragon scale membrane, covering Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s entire body.

Due to his hasty defense and disrupted consciousness, the powerful “Dragon Scale Armor” only activated half of its power.

Psssh!

The dragon scale membrane was cut open by the Shadow Blade, blood splattering.

One ear and a layer of scalp bone were sliced off.

“Hiss…”

Qing Mu Zhen Jun groaned in pain, his body stumbling. At the last moment, his head barely turned by a fraction.

If not for the cushioning effect of the “Dragon Scale Armor,” his head would have been cleaved open.

He had truly walked through the gates of hell.

The fourth-rank poison from the wound began to take effect, but luckily, the Chang Qing Technique’s detoxification ability was powerful enough to suppress it.

…

“There really is a soul-based treasure!”

Lu Chang An sighed in secret. The almost flawless ambush, with attacks from both front and back, had allowed Qing Mu Zhen Jun to narrowly survive.

It was undeniable that this man was deeply rooted, his self-preservation abilities exceeding expectations.

Compared to Lu Chang An’s astonishment, Qing Mu Zhen Jun was even more shocked.

With his Nascent Soul and physical body both injured, he sensed the terrifying soul pressure emanating from Lu Chang An, making his heart pound.

“How can a mere Nascent Soul initial stage cultivator possess such powerful soul energy?”

Qing Mu Zhen Jun couldn’t believe it.

Lu Chang An’s current soul power was on par with the leaders of Xuan Men and Mo Dao, perhaps only surpassed by Nascent Soul grandmasters.

Even with his powerful spiritual energy comparable to that of a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator and a soul treasure, he had not completely blocked it.

“Lu Chang An, who are you really?”

Qing Mu Zhen Jun wiped away the blood, soothing his Nascent Soul injuries, and strongly suspected Lu Chang An’s identity.

Not just him, even Jue Ying Zhen Jun, who appeared on the shadow in the distance, was filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

“Who am I?”

Lu Chang An’s eyes were deep and distant. His hands were clasped behind his back, his demeanor ancient and vast. His flowing hair was streaked with silver.

The surrounding dust froze, the powerful aura dominating the entire battlefield.

“I am one who transcends endless cycles of time and reincarnation, someone who does not belong to this era…”

The few Nascent Soul powerhouses present, Qing Mu Zhen Jun, Jue Ying Zhen Jun, the Peng Bird and the Earth Rock Rat, and the Wood Essence, all fell into a brief silence.

Looking up at the majestic, mysterious figure, they awaited the revelation of the truth.

…

Lu Chang An’s voice abruptly stopped.

The hand hidden in his sleeve, secretly gathering a second “Spike Arrow,” unexpectedly shot it towards Qing Mu Zhen Jun.

The world shifted, light and darkness intertwined.

This was Lu Chang An’s most potent “Spike Arrow,” nurtured for the longest time, never used before. It was several times more powerful than the previous ones.

“I’ve been tricked! Another sneak attack…”

Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s face turned ashen. He had intended to catch his breath, stabilize the injuries to his head and Nascent Soul, and seize the opportunity to escape.

Lu Chang An’s mysterious identity, revealed moments ago, had instilled both fear and curiosity in him, almost captivating him.

But unexpectedly, he launched a surprise attack, completely disregarding the image of a grandmaster.

Whoosh!

The seemingly frozen time, the nail-shaped arrow shadow sliced through the void, moving too fast for the physical body to dodge.

Qing Mu Zhen Jun was terrified, overwhelmed by a deep sense of despair and dread.

His soul treasure was damaged, his Nascent Soul injured. He had no way to block this attack.

He didn’t even consider the passage of time.

The nightmarish nail-shaped arrow shadow struck Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s body once again.

The azure Nascent Soul figure gritted its teeth, splitting off a Nascent Soul illusion to merge with the skull mask, barely blocking the Spike Arrow for a moment.

Crack! Boom!

The skull mask and the Nascent Soul illusion exploded in succession.

The terrifying metal shriek, the horrifying soul-annihilating power, caused the azure Nascent Soul to be pierced with pain, its consciousness falling into chaos.

Enduring the shockwaves on the soul level, the azure Nascent Soul, with a pale face, steadied its mind and formed a hand gesture.

Swoosh!

The Nascent Soul figure flickered and vanished from the body.

At the same moment, the dragon scale membrane on Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s body, freshly repaired, was sliced open by the returning Shadow Blade.

Psssh!

The blade’s light cut across his neck, Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s head flew up a few feet, blood gushing out.

His eyes bulged, filled with terror and resentment.

Lu Chang An’s “Spike Arrow,” combined with Jue Ying Zhen Jun’s ruthless strike, was truly unstoppable.

…

As the azure Nascent Soul escaped, a cold bird’s cry echoed behind it.

“That’s—”

The azure Nascent Soul’s heart pounded, a five-colored peacock appearing in its senses.

The peacock was elegant and majestic, its eyes a vibrant blue. Its wings spread for seven or eight feet, shimmering with five-colored light, radiating an ancient and chaotic aura.

Whew!

The strange peacock unleashed a distorted five-colored spiritual light, chasing after the escaping azure Nascent Soul.

“Five-Colored Spiritual Light!”

Qing Mu Zhen Jun was astonished, filled with disbelief. Lu Chang An, who had driven him to the brink of death, forcing his Nascent Soul to escape, still had hidden cards.

The azure Nascent Soul’s escape technique was astonishing. It blurred, shifting several miles away, evading the first five-colored light.

But then, several more five-colored lights followed.

The azure Nascent Soul could dodge no more. It summoned an ancient mirror, blocking it in front.

The mirror activated its North Pole Xuan Light, blocking several five-colored lights. Its light dimmed, and it fell powerless.

The azure Nascent Soul fled for dozens of miles, escaping the attack range of the strange peacock.

Its speed was far greater than the normal escape speed of a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator.

“This fellow’s Nascent Soul escape technique is exquisite.”

Lu Chang An sighed, shaking his head. The last Spike Arrow had failed to lock onto the azure Nascent Soul’s incredibly fast escape.

Just then.

The sixteen Qing Xuan wooden swords floating in the air, their spiritual light flickering, were about to break free.

This sword formation was Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s natal treasure. Within a certain distance, he could summon it back.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Lu Chang An waved his “Five Beasts Poison Fire Fan,” a large wave of five-colored poison flames sweeping out, engulfing the sixteen Qing Xuan swords.

Without their master’s control, the sixteen Qing Xuan wooden swords were like adrift flotsam.

As the poison flames scorched them, their spiritual light dimmed, their struggle growing weaker.

While collecting the sword formation, Lu Chang An paid attention to the battlefield and the surrounding area.

The strange peacock, from the sky, assisted Di Yan Jun, forcing the Fourth-Rank Peng Bird to the ground, unable to escape.

The Peng Bird was heavily injured, one wing poisoned, with Di Yan Jun riding on its back.

Seeing its master’s body destroyed and Nascent Soul escaping, the Peng Bird let out a mournful cry, losing all its fighting strength.

Swoosh!

A dark blue, refined spiritual dan emerged from the Peng Bird’s mouth, attempting to escape with its master.

But a five-colored spiritual light fell from the sky, pinning the Peng Bird’s refined spiritual dan.

By this time, Lu Chang An had forcibly collected the Qing Xuan Sword Formation.

He stepped forward and flashed over.

He took out several sealing talismans, deployed a restriction, sealed the Peng Bird’s refined spiritual dan in a jade box and collected it.

Di Yan Jun was covered in wounds and blood, staring at the refined spiritual dan, withdrawing its longing gaze.

Its figure shrunk slightly, first taking several gulps of the Peng Bird’s blood, then swallowing its eyeballs.

Then, it scurried around, quickly clearing the battlefield and collecting spoils of war.

…

When Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s Nascent Soul escaped, the situation was too urgent. He only managed to bring his spatial storage items.

The “Thunderwood Stake” and the ancient mirror treasure that he used in the fight were scattered on the ground.

So was the “Dragon Scale Armor” on Qing Mu’s corpse.

“Without the ‘Qing Xuan Sword Formation,’ Qing Mu Zhen Jun, even if he were to rebuild his physical body, would be of little consequence, at least for a century.”

Lu Chang An felt reassured, a smile appearing on his face.

Qing Mu’s wealth was truly substantial, perhaps exceeding that of most Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivators.

This had led to Lu Chang An’s unprecedented wealth.

With so many self-preservation measures, Lu Chang An had failed to capture his Nascent Soul.

Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s combat strength was even slightly superior to some Nascent Soul mid-stage powerhouses, with more techniques and methods.

In other words, in this battle, Lu Chang An had essentially killed a Nascent Soul mid-stage powerhouse, nearly destroying his Nascent Soul.

Such a feat was an incredible miracle in the cultivation world.

Boom!

An explosion interrupted Lu Chang An’s thoughts.

It was the Wood Essence, under relentless pursuit by the Azure Armor Puppet and Jue Ying Zhen Jun, who self-destructed in desperation, transforming into a spray of green light and wood chips.

“What a pity.”

Lu Chang An felt a pang of regret that he couldn’t capture this Wood Essence.

It was unavoidable. The life and death of a clone were entirely controlled by its master’s thoughts.

After Qing Mu Zhen Jun escaped to a safe distance, confirming that the Wood Essence and the Fourth-Rank Peng Bird were completely beyond hope, he naturally wouldn’t leave anything behind to benefit the enemy.

Fortunately, while collecting the refined spiritual dan in the jade box, Lu Chang An secretly used the “Nine Seal Tablet” to devour the Peng Bird’s essence. He had managed to capitalize on the time difference.

The “Nine Seal Tablet”‘s fifth reincarnation had been lit up to ninety percent.

…

Di Yan Jun finished cleaning up the spoils of war and handed the “Thunderwood Stake,” “Dragon Scale Armor,” the ancient mirror treasure, and other items to Lu Chang An.

Jue Ying Zhen Jun, clad in a black cloak and tall, slender figure, gazed at Qing Mu’s corpse, his eyes flickering slightly.

Sensing Lu Chang An’s gaze, he felt a shiver run down his spine, an invisible pressure.

Lu Chang An, having integrated the soul of his fourth reincarnation, still possessed a powerful aura, his spiritual pressure comparable to that of a Mo Dao leader.

“Lu Zhen Jun, I have not disappointed you.”

Jue Ying Zhen Jun bowed slightly, his tone relatively calm.

The cold, handsome features of his face within the cloak were indistinct in the shadows.

Lu Chang An pondered. Jue Ying and Xing Peng, these cousins, were worlds apart in terms of appearance, temperament, achievements, and courage.

If it were someone timid, seeing Lu Chang An, like a descending demonic star, eliminating a powerful enemy, would have seized the opportunity to slip away.

“During this battle, were there any observers nearby?”

Lu Chang An stood before Qing Mu’s corpse, using his spiritual energy to examine and confirm, asking casually.

“Lu Zhen Jun, rest assured. Earlier, all the scouts and spies of Beast King Valley and Wu Jian Men had withdrawn. Any nearby creatures were eliminated by me.”

After replying, Jue Ying Zhen Jun solemnly raised his hand and took an oath:

“I swear by my heart demon. I will not reveal the details of today’s battle to anyone.”

“You’re a smart man. Don’t reveal Lu’s ‘identity’.”

Lu Chang An nodded in satisfaction, appreciating Jue Ying’s way of doing things.

He then pointed to Qing Mu’s corpse:

“This fellow’s head is yours. Take it back and exchange it for merit.”

“Thank you, Lu Zhen Jun for the reward.”

Jue Ying Zhen Jun breathed a sigh of relief, his back tingling with a feeling of escaping death.

Only now was he certain that Lu Chang An had no intention of killing him.

This battle had left Jue Ying Zhen Jun deeply shaken.

Lu Chang An’s soul power had instantly soared to the level of a Mo Dao leader, making one question his true identity.

A Nascent Soul grandmaster who did not belong to this era, could he be…

The power of the “Spike Arrow” was earth-shattering, soul-stirring. Jue Ying Zhen Jun, lacking Qing Mu Zhen Jun’s resources and self-preservation measures, had absolutely no confidence in withstanding it.

Furthermore, Lu Chang An also had a Fourth-Rank puppet, a Fourth-Rank spiritual pet, and that strange peacock… all beyond human imagination.

Even if the Wu Jian Men master arrived personally, in a direct confrontation, he would be no match for Lu Chang An.

“This head should be enough for you to report back?”

“It is.”

Jue Ying Zhen Jun said confidently.

The bounty on Qing Mu Zhen Jun within the Mo Dao Alliance was extremely high. After all, he had captured and severely injured more than one Mo Dao True Jun, simultaneously affecting the situation in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance and the Righteous Path Alliance.

Beast King Valley, Blood Spirit Sect, and Phantom Demon Palace, all three factions hated Qing Mu Zhen Jun with a vengeance.

Wu Jian Men had long received the assassination request but had failed.

The former vice-master, together with Beast King Valley, had failed in their assassination attempt, significantly increasing the rating for Qing Mu Zhen Jun.

Jue Ying Zhen Jun would only need to bring back Qing Mu’s head to earn immense merit and gain immense prestige within the six Mo Dao sects.

Wu Jian Men only cared about results, not the details of the process.

Employing any means necessary for assassination was the norm.

Even if the Wu Jian Men master learned that Jue Ying had conspired with Lu Chang An, it wouldn’t be a problem.

Therefore, Jue Ying Zhen Jun, fulfilling his promise to Lu Chang An today and achieving great merit, had achieved a win-win situation.

“I have high hopes for you! You might even become the leader of Wu Jian Men in the future.”

Lu Chang An encouraged him, placing a hand on Jue Ying’s shoulder, creating an intangible sensation.

Jue Ying’s heart stirred, understanding the implication in Lu Chang An’s words.

To say that he wasn’t interested in the position of master would be a lie.

The previous generation of Wu Jian Men masters and vice-masters were all quite old.

Jue Ying Zhen Jun, over the past two hundred years, had been the leader of the new generation of Wu Jian Men. Now, as a Nascent Soul elder of Wu Jian Men, he was already one of the strong contenders for the position.

“Go on then.”

Lu Chang An gave Jue Ying further instructions, waving his hand.

Jue Ying melted into the nearby shadows and soon disappeared from sight.

In fact, when Lu Chang An had saved Jue Ying, he had noticed this man’s extraordinary fortune.

Moments later, Lu Chang An gathered his spoils of war, collected his puppet and spiritual pet, and broke through the air, departing.

The battle site had been destroyed by Di Yan Jun’s earth-based techniques, leaving behind few useful clues.

…

A black-winged遁光 returned to the frontline stronghold.

Inside the stronghold, most of the elite had gone to the main battlefield, leaving few behind.

Di Yan Jun had fought valiantly this time, sustaining serious injuries.

Lu Chang An considered it and let it stay in the stronghold.

“Heal your wounds properly. This Fourth-Rank dan is for your cultivation.”

Lu Chang An took out the sealed Peng Bird dan and gave it to Di Yan Jun.

“Thank you, Master for the gift.”

Di Yan Jun, receiving the Peng Bird dan, was overjoyed and bowed in gratitude.

Earlier, while handling the spoils of war, some of the Peng Bird’s internal organs had become his food.

Consuming and refining a Fourth-Rank dan of the same level wouldn’t be crucial for future breakthroughs into the mid-stage, but it would significantly speed up Di Yan Jun’s cultivation.

As for the Peng Bird’s bones, wings, sharp teeth, and claws, Lu Chang An kept them in reserve.

The corpse of a Fourth-Rank initial stage demonic king was far from enough to make a Fourth-Rank puppet.

Building a Fourth-Rank puppet required many high-quality and rare materials, especially for the core hub.

Puppets differed from corpses.

Even if he were to directly refine a corpse, the demonic king’s spirituality would be greatly diminished after death. Without the supplement of other celestial materials, the refined corpse would also be downgraded.

If he lowered the quality, Lu Chang An could still create a quasi-Fourth-Rank Peng Bird puppet, a rare and precious treasure in the Great Qing cultivation world.

Without lingering in the frontline stronghold, Lu Chang An headed straight for the main battlefield in the south of Feng Guo.

Unfortunately, time was tight.

He had no time to refine the “Qing Xuan Sword Formation” and other treasures.

The mark on a natal treasure could not be erased instantly.

Lu Chang An wore the slightly damaged “Dragon Scale Armor” underneath his white robe.

The ancient mirror treasure was of a special type. Lu Chang An could activate its North Pole Xuan Light without refining it.

…

The southern part of Feng Guo.

The boundless Mo Dao battlefield stretched for thousands of miles. Three immortal cities, strongholds of the Righteous Path Alliance, were surrounded by a vast, black tide.

Countless massive spirit warships floated in the sky, spirit crystal cannons blasting out destructive crystal light, melting numerous blood fragments and crashing against the city-protecting formations.

Spirit birds and insect swarms swarmed the sky, flying swords flashing. Talismans and spells glowed like countless fireworks.

Blood light and black flames, ice and fire giants, beast roars and thunderclaps…

Beneath this spectacular scenery, the cries and shouts of battle echoed.

The earth had become a wasteland, cracked and fissured, forming large and small ravines and valleys.

Rumble…

Several gigantic Fourth-Rank beast kings, like mountains, were rampaging unhindered, crushing local cultivators or attacking the immortal cities.

To prevent the Mo Dao from breaching the strongholds, the Righteous Path Alliance’s elite cultivators were fighting fiercely outside the city, charging against the Mo Dao’s spirit warships.

The “Hunter King Formation,” composed of Foundation Establishment cultivators, under the cover of the city’s formation, launched counterattacks against the Fourth-Rank beast kings.

The city in the middle of the three was under heavy attack by Beast King Valley.

On this stronghold, a giant, ancient-looking drum floated.

Several sturdy men, their bodies bare and clad in animal skins, were sweating profusely, striking the “Sky-Shaking Drum” with all their might, pouring their spiritual energy, blood, and essence into it.

Ugh~

The low drumbeat, like something from a foreign abyss, resonated as semi-circular waves, radiating outwards towards the Beast King Valley army.

Beast King Valley’s battle beasts and flying spirit pets were all restless and fearful, their fighting spirit clearly diminished.

“The ‘Sky-Shaking Drum,’ such a strategic treasure, how could the Xuan Men ‘Dragon Tiger Mountain’ easily lend it to the Righteous Path Alliance!”

The Beast Masters grumbled, their connection with their spirit pets and beasts became intermittent. Their control and command became difficult.

…

Above the clouds, the Nascent Soul True Juns of both sides were engaged in a fierce fight, thunder and lightning crackling, booming sounds echoing incessantly.

These Nascent Soul cultivators, wielding their spiritual energy as clouds, were truly mighty figures. Every strike could split mountains, and the clash of their treasures and divine techniques unleashed storms and tidal waves.

Occasionally, the remaining wind and flames would fall, instantly extinguishing the fiercely battling cultivators below.

Besides the Nascent Soul True Juns, there were also Fourth-Rank demonic kings from Beast King Valley battling in the clouds.

“Scourge!”

A thunderous roar, ancient and powerful, echoed through the heavens.

A river of blood sword, spanning several miles of cloud, pierced through a gigantic black bear demonic king.

Boom!

A dazzling blood light, like a bursting sun, exploded on the black bear demonic king’s head.

Within the bloody sun, an old silver-haired man, self-detonated his Nascent Soul and all his spiritual energy, falling in death.

The mangled black bear demonic king plummeted from the clouds.

“Old Wei!”

“Wei Zhen Jun…”

The Righteous Path Alliance’s side, Chu Tian Feng, Liu Yang Zhen Jun, Zhang Tian Feng, Liang Shao Tian, and other Nascent Soul cultivators, all turned their gazes towards that area.

Wei Zhen Jun was from Feng Guo’s Blood Sword Valley, whose mountain gate had been occupied by the Mo Dao. To reclaim his mountain gate and resist the Mo Dao invasion, Wei Zhen Jun, whose lifespan was nearing its end, had chosen to self-detonate in battle.

“Wei Zhen Jun, I promise you, if we can drive out the Mo Dao in the future, I will help the disciples of your Blood Sword Valley relocate to your ancestral mountain gate.”

Chu Tian Feng’s face was filled with grief, murmuring a promise in his heart.

His opponent was Beast King Valley’s Master Meng, their old rivals for years.

“Old fool! You dragged a Fourth-Rank beast from my Beast King Valley to die with you.”

Master Meng’s face was ashen.

The black bear demonic king had been cultivated by him in his sect, almost a personal spirit pet.

The decisive battle on the battlefield today had witnessed numerous unexpected events.

Earlier, Zhang Tian Feng of Golden Cloud Valley had displayed an unprecedented spiritual power, severely injuring an old Beast King Valley Nascent Soul, rendering him incapacitated.

Thankfully, the Grand Elder had returned in time and suppressed the Heavenly Wind True Jun.

At the moment, Zhang Tian Feng and Xia Xian Zi were working together, holding off the Grand Elder, barely managing to withstand him.

“It’s a good thing that the Beast King Valley Grand Elder is not in peak condition! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to hold him off now after using that secret technique to severely injure the Mo Dao Nascent Soul and consuming my blood and essence.”

Zhang Tian Feng noticed that the Grand Elder was not at his peak, lacking his usual composure and nonchalance. His own face wasn’t looking good either.

Zhang Tian Feng had promised Lu Chang An not to hold back in the recent decisive battle, aiming to cripple one of Beast King Valley’s Nascent Soul forces.

If they won this battle, the Righteous Path Alliance could enter a long period of peaceful development.

Therefore, when he had severely injured that Mo Dao Nascent Soul earlier, Zhang Tie Shan, besides not directly using the Residual Soul Treasure, had basically unleashed his full power.

Chu Tian Feng, Zhang Tian Feng, and Xia Wen Yue, the few of them, had stabilized the situation.

But other Nascent Soul True Juns within the alliance were facing more precarious circumstances.

For example, the Golden Moon True Jun, miles away, was struggling to hold his own.

His opponent, an old woman with white hair and a youthful face, possessed profound spiritual energy and controlled a swarm of locusts, surrounding Golden Moon True Jun, trapping him, continuously draining his spiritual energy, and even nibbling away at the spiritual light of his treasures.

This old woman was from a sect affiliated with Beast King Valley, specializing in raising insects, a powerful reinforcement who had arrived recently from the rear.

The “Locust Swarm” was impervious to swords, spears, water, and fire, and had a strong immunity to spell attacks. Each attack could only kill a few.

Golden Moon True Jun’s spiritual energy was starting to falter, two of his treasures were slightly damaged.

His luxurious golden robe had been torn in several places by the insects, and one of his shoes had been gnawed through, oozing dark blood.

“Alliance Master Chu had previously mentioned that Lu Chang Qing would confront a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator from Beast King Valley. Now, the Beast King Valley Grand Elder has arrived, but Lu Chang Qing still hasn’t shown up. Could he have been severely injured and defeated?”

Golden Moon Zhen Jun gritted his teeth, his mind filled with pessimistic thoughts:

“Lu Chang Qing, won’t he run away again?”

In fact, not only Golden Moon Zhen Jun, but Liu Yang Zhen Jun, Liang Shao Tian, and others also had similar thoughts.

(End of Chapter)

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