Li Qingyang's exclusive divine weapon had stunned all the disciples. Wanting to contribute to the sect, they all buried themselves in hard work. The most diligent among them were Ye Xingchen and He Wudi.
Both of them had been through it before and knew just how enormous a boost a powerful weapon could bring to a martial artist.
A few days later.
Buildings rose one after another atop the three Floating Mountains, gradually taking on the scale of a town.
The disciples were busy, but Jun Gousheng was not idle either. Whenever he had time, he took out the Treasure Detector and wandered the Plane Battlefield without restraint.
Li Shangtian, Mu Honglian, and the others had not come in again. Unable to find opponents, they would only be wasting Surge Talismans. They might as well cultivate in the sect.
"This won't do."
After recovering several opportunities, Jun Changxiao said gloomily, "The Plane Battlefield is supposed to be an instance dungeon for leveling. Without opponents, how can they break through faster?"
He dearly hoped that Chihai Continent and Lingyun Continent would quickly send martial artists over so the disciples could enjoy some real combat.
Unfortunately, after the previous slaughter.
Forget those two planes—even the first- and second-tier planes fled like mice spotting a cat whenever they saw martial artists from Starfall Continent.
To put it simply.
He had shown off too viciously. No one dared play with him anymore.
"Sect Master!"
Li Qingyang hurried in and said, "A group of monsters suddenly appeared outside!"
"Monsters?"
Jun Changxiao rose to his feet and released his Spiritual Sense.
Outside the stronghold, several hundred armored soldiers had appeared at some unknown time.
There were no people inside the armor. Instead, they were shadow-like beings, with two pairs of eyes gleaming with eerie light.
"What