Xiantian Sect finally mustered their courage and stepped forward to put on a fake fight. They quickly approached Mountain Pavilion, making as much commotion as they could on the outskirts several dozen zhang away—setting a few fires out of thin air on high ground, shaking great trees, and sending magical artifacts darting back and forth in flashes of rainbow light.
But the disturbance could not be too great. Otherwise, if they woke that fellow in seclusion, they believed none of them would come to a good end. Thus, this "fight" was exhausting and awkward.
Guan Xiong's Human Soul held the fatty's frozen body. Strange ripples spread outward from them. Then, the fatty's body and Guan Xiong's Human Soul began to crack and shatter, turning into particles of light that entwined together.
Wei Xing and the others were the complete opposite. They could not help lifting the corners of their mouths in smiles. The Great Commander truly had extraordinary skill—without drawing a single blade or sword, he had reduced Qin Cheng, the clan king, to utter disgrace with just a few words, leaving him stripped of all face. Before the Great Commander, even the deeply scheming Qin Cheng seemed laughably childish.
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, every cultivator present had handed over their spirit stones and magical treasures one by one. The robbery was also drawing to a close. Yet everyone still had to wear smiles on their faces.
Lei Ru frowned. Turning back, he saw terrifying evil qi surging from the lightning, while Luo Tian still stood on the arena without falling.
We had just gotten into the car when the rear door suddenly opened. I turned around and found that Shui Yao was the one who had entered.
We slowly followed her. It seemed