The King Awaits with a Full Belly for You to Come Torture Him!

Powerhouses from every direction hurried over in a blaze of speed, only to find that the situation was not as serious as they had imagined. They therefore did not linger and left.

Of course.

Before leaving, they did not forget to inquire about the Eternal Sect.

This sect that had risen like a comet felt exceedingly mysterious to them, so they naturally hoped to learn more.

Unfortunately, the moment their Spiritual Sense surged toward Iron Bone Mountain, it was mercilessly repelled by the Formation.

Formation Hall Master Zhen Dejun was not someone who only knew how to use explosions as art. Ever since studying the Thirty-two Formations of the Mystical Gate, he had long since set up an Isolation Formation around the sect to prevent others from spying with their Spiritual Sense.

"Since it was not the Purple Lin Demon King wreaking havoc upon all living beings, Han Mou shall take his leave first." City Lord Han cupped his hands.

Jun Changxiao took the Spatial Ring filled with a great many Spirit Stones from Yi Tianxing and said, "City Lord Han came all this way. Why not stay for a simple meal before leaving?"

A Martial Saint powerhouse.

If he could befriend one, he naturally had to.

"Affairs in the Imperial City are pressing, so I will not trouble Sect Master Jun to spend more."

City Lord Han cupped his hands again, then rose and flew away.

"City Lord Mu, will you stay for a simple meal?" Jun Changxiao looked toward City Lord Mu, who shook his head. "Another day."

Thus, the powerhouses gathered at Iron Bone Mountain soon departed. Yet inwardly, they grumbled that it had clearly only been a small group of low-level Fierce Beasts attacking. The Altar had truly made a mountain out of a molehill.

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