"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy."
As that voice rang out, an invisible force suddenly appeared before Lu Qing, shielding the two Myriad Beast Sect disciples.
The two men, who should have been crushed to death by a single thought from Lu Qing, miraculously survived after coughing up a mouthful of blood.
As the voice fell, a figure suddenly appeared before the Human Race's Nascent Soul Grandmasters.
He was an elderly man who was not particularly burly, even somewhat lean.
His hair was gray-white, and a heavy, pitch-black greatsword was strapped to his back. His entire body exuded a cold, stern aura.
"Elder Xing!"
Upon seeing him, the Human Race Nascent Soul Grandmasters all cried out in delight.
At the same time, they felt greatly relieved.
The aura Lu Qing had released earlier had been far too terrifying; even they had felt their hearts tremble.
Coupled with the speed Lu Qing had displayed, they were deeply wary of him.
Even a Three Tribulations Peak Nascent Soul like the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man with High Crown did not dare act rashly.
Now that Elder Xing had arrived, they finally felt as though they had found their backbone.
After all, Elder Xing was a Fourth Tribulation Peak Nascent Soul Grandmaster, only one step away from the Fifth Tribulation realm.
Moreover, he was a pure Sword Cultivator with astonishing combat power, nearly comparable to a true Five Tribulations Nascent Soul Grandmaster.
Among the Holy Alliance's many elders, his strength ranked among the very best, surpassed only by those senior figures who had comprehended Space Power.
"Haha, Xing Jian, I didn't expect you to get here before me after all."
Several breaths after Elder Xing appeared, a bold voice rang out.
Another figure suddenly appeared, arriving before the Monster Race Nascent Soul Grandmasters.
It had a