As far as the eye could see, the mountains and fields were packed with Jin Soldiers, one after another, a vast black mass. All were fully armed, their armor clanking with forceful metallic rings as it rubbed together.
The Jin Soldiers had also brought over a hundred Hongyi Cannons, their dense, dark cannon muzzles evoking thoughts of death.
And the man leading these Jin Soldiers was none other than Cheng Kun.
By now, Cheng Kun had long since renounced the secular world and become a bald monk. Dressed in a monk's robe, he cut a tall, slender figure.
Nearby, many Quanzhen Sect disciples had already been beaten to the ground, sprawled every which way as they wailed and screamed.
"Well, well, you two finally decided to come out. I thought you really were a pair of turtles hiding in their shells."
The moment Cheng Kun saw them emerge, he gave a wicked smile, the flesh around his mouth quivering along with it.
He had learned through his informants just moments ago that the two of them had returned.
"Hmph, a Grandmaster Peak dares act so recklessly before Senior Feng? Looking for trouble, are you?" Qiu Chuji snapped coldly, fury rising in his chest.
He truly did not know what devil had gotten into Cheng Kun. The man did have some strength, that much was true, but he knew perfectly well that they had a Land Immortal here—yet he still dared to come?
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Kun struck without warning. With a tap of his toe, a golden finger force instantly tore through the air with a rushing howl, stabbing toward Qiu Chuji's face.
"So fast!" Feng Qingyang felt that the speed was incomparably swift, like lightning.
He hurriedly swung his sword in a slash. With