Yue Qianchou had just been about to curse that frightening bastard when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. That voice sounded so familiar. He whipped around and looked up, only to see a figure standing straight at the edge of the collapsed peak of God of Wealth Peak, which looked as though it had been carved by knives and cleaved by axes. His green robe fluttered gently in the wind.
Given Yue Qianchou's cultivation, he could not make out the man's features. Yet that stance—unshakable, pride soaring into the clouds—was far too familiar to him. And that signature green robe...
Yue Qianchou froze on the spot... The old fellow had emerged from seclusion!
And he was hardly the only one whose legs had gone weak from that chilling snort. Many of the low-cultivation cultivators hiding behind God of Wealth Peak had been so terrified that they fell flat on the ground, their ears still buzzing.
Even the Spirit Transformation stage lords had felt their hearts tremble when that sonorous snort, like a vajra subduing demons, rang out. This was not the first time they had heard that voice. Every time they heard it, what followed was exceptionally terrifying.
Everyone raised their heads and stared at the mountaintop. Yue Qianchou could not see clearly, but those Spirit Transformation stage cultivators saw everything distinctly. Horror appeared on each of their faces... It really was Bi Changchun. He had actually come here!
Nong Zhu wore a stunned expression as he muttered, "Why did he come? Now this will be lively." Ziyi's fingers had clenched so hard that her knuckles turned white, yet her face was brimming with excitement, her eyes shining brightly. Elder Bi, the person she admired most, had actually come. This was perfect—someone could finally deal with that green-robed monster. Her