Even the faint murmurs among the saints atop Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, which carried a trace of interest, ceased all at once.
"Stop!"
Qiu Gu suddenly shouted, his hands and feet turning icy cold.
Qin Duan couldn't defeat him?
Whoever came was this powerful?
Regardless, weren't they all demi-saints climbing the sacred mountain together, seeking merit? At critical moments like this, they had to stand united, sharing life and death...
"This saint commands you to stop!"
Seeing that the orange figure had no intention of even looking at him, Qiu Gu grew furious, golden light erupting from his entire body.
Without waiting for the opinion of Emperor Ai Cangsheng, he directly flew down the mountainside in retreat.
...
"Retreat."
When Feng Zhongzui heard this soft murmur...
Sizzle!
He immediately drew his spiritual sword, performing an unstable Space-Time Transition that carried him a full thousand miles out of the battlefield.
