Everyone on the slopes of Mount Moye instantly turned away, looking for the source of the sound of chanting that suddenly filled the air in the middle of the silence.They looked up at the path that led uphill, from where the sound of muyu beats and wise prayers could be heard.It wasn't just Lu Zhengyi and Ye Ming who were surprised by the Taoist's arrival. The disciples of the Hehuan Sect, the students of Linchuan Academy, as well as the young monks of Tiantai Monastery and Xuandu Monastery were also staring with astonished expressions, their eyes fixed on the figure of the Daoist Priest who was striking the muyu and chanting prayers with extraordinary calmness."Teacher Tao Guo! You also want to witness this crowd?" Lu Zhengyi stepped forward, his voice containing a sense of wonder that he couldn't hide."Please tell me, how did you get to the slopes of Mount Moye? To reach this place, an ability at least at the level of a Sky Wolf Swordsman is required. Is there someone to help yo

Amongst the cold breeze that blew across Anyan Feng's peak, Eadric Rong stood tall, his body floating gracefully in the air. His gaze was fixed on Norzin, the Semi Devil, with scorn clearly on his face."The White Mask? Why are you still asking, when this weapon is already in my hands? Have you forgotten the events in the Hadarac Desert?" he said in a tone full of mockery.Eadric Rong waved the jet-black Demonic Umbrella, looking old and frightening.The seemingly simple movement of the weapon made Norzin squint his eyes, thinking quickly, while around him, a tense aura grew. "It's White Toeng?" Norzin thought in disbelief.In the dark sky, the two experts soared like mighty eagles, as if gravity no longer affected them, staring menacingly.Their every move in the air brought waves of admiration from the spectators below.However, what was even more shocking was Eadric Rong's statement earlier about his weapon. This made the Grand Masters' hearts race."That black umbrella?" whispered

From the direction of Anyan Feng Peak, three sword auras shot out quickly, accompanied by sharp sword whistling sounds that split the air. The target of the sword attacks was Eadric Rong, who was still floating above the heights, among the clouds.It happened so fast that all the spectators at the foot of Mount Moye were shocked. Not a single one of them blinked an eye, stunned to witness this dangerous moment."The battle still continues!" hissed one of the cultivators at the foot of Mount Moye, his voice trembling with anticipation."Three Grand Masters, one each from Xuandu Sect, Hehuan, and Linchuan Academy are joining forces to attack the White Mask!" another spectator said in disbelief."They're so shameless, attacking a Daoist Priest who just fought for life and death... now they're uniting in a big attack!" said another cultivator in an angry tone, as he saw the injustice on the horizon.Meanwhile, Eadric Rong who had lost most of his energy due to the clash and execution of M

Ten moves passed without An Lushan managing to touch a single hair of his opponent.Instead, he was repeatedly knocked backwards, his hands burning and chafing from the impact of his sword with the palms of the Podura man who seemed so calm.The Podura man smiled faintly, as if not the least bit affected by the battle that had just taken place. "It's been ten moves. Wouldn't you like to invite me in and talk further?"An Lushan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.Clearly his strength was far below that Podura man. In fact, when compared to the two legends who fought on Mount Moye, he felt like nothing but smoke.Finally, with restrained reluctance, An Lushan nodded. He decided to invite the Podura man into the closed hall, curious as to what the enigmatic man would offer.Inside a room filled with silence, the negotiations began. The Podura man revealed the purpose of his arrival-The practitioners of the Podura Continent wanted to alliance with the Red Sky Sect, with the