Yes.
The Eternal Sect was weak.
Yes.
Jun Changxiao had only just broken through to the First Rotation and had not even passed the stabilization phase. Forget facing those at the Third Rotation—even someone at the Second Rotation could possibly crush him completely.
But that did not mean the newly arrived Eternal Sect was a soft persimmon anyone could knead at will, because the sect still had Black and White Rakshasa, its two great guardians, standing watch!
After returning to the Upper Realm, the brothers were no longer restrained by the Heavenly Dao. Following a night of recuperation, their realm and strength had fully recovered.
Since Old Man Taixuan was at the Third Rotation, and the Core Transformation Realm experts sent by forces like the Imperial Sword Mysterious Sect and Ling Dao Mysterious Sect were also at this level, when Jun Changxiao called out the two great guardians to bolster their presence, everyone was immediately forced back by their aura.
As the saying went, if a woman was three years older, she carried bricks of gold; when realms differed by one rotation, they were separated by a mountain.
Black and White Rakshasa had reached the second level of the Core Transformation Realm and were infinitely close to the third level, the Sixth Rotation. Facing several Third Rotation cultivators, they could absolutely call themselves "grandpas."
"Come on."
White Rakshasa smiled. "The two of us will play with you."
Before Jin Hao, he appeared very small, but when facing those below his realm, he immediately became lofty and imposing.
Black Rakshasa said coldly, "You dared come looking for trouble with my Eternal Sect? You must be tired of living."
The expressions of the martial artists from the various sects, intimidated by the powerful aura, were wonderful to behold. Yet what they felt