The Fight Begins

Yet the Thunder Marsh shoreline stretched on without end to either side. Great Snow Ridge had not brought many disciples on this journey, so finding a few people—or traces they had left behind—was no easy matter.

But the affairs of the world were ever unpredictable, often unfolding in ways no one could imagine. Not long after the middle-aged man in white fur gave his order, Rong Xi and the others had already returned along their original route, blasting apart rock and earth with surging force as they emerged from underground.

That movement was immediately detected by the Great Snow Ridge experts. They surged forward like a tide, rushing toward the disturbance and directly blocking the six who had just returned, Xiang Yang among them.

"You? You were behind this? Hand over the Flowing Slurry Flying Liquid."

The middle-aged man in white fur saw at a glance that the life force of Xiang Yang and the other five was rolling and vigorous, perfectly matching the signs of having consumed Flowing Slurry Flying Liquid.

Then, seeing them burst out from underground and noticing the huge, pitch-black crater nearby, he quickly understood what had happened. His expression changed, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

At his side, three Great Success in Primordial Spirit elders and seven experts at the Manifestation of Spirit stage glared covetously at the six. They had already begun circulating their true qi in secret, ready to strike at any moment.

When Chu Canglan saw Xiang Yang, whose cultivation had advanced so greatly, his wooden expression finally changed. His gaze rippled, his white robes billowed, and fierce winds howled around him. Clearly, fighting intent had risen in his heart, only to slowly subside again as hesitation appeared on his face.

He wanted to fight Xiang Yang once more, to prove