Amid vast mountain ranges, beneath goose-feather snowflakes drifting down in flurries, a youth arrived riding a lion.
His appearance was peerless, his demeanor composed and carefree.
He lacked the domineering air of someone who had crossed a million miles to issue a challenge, and instead seemed more like a young nobleman out enjoying a spring excursion.
Yet as he stepped forward, a terrifying sword intent—not particularly domineering, but sharp to the utmost extreme—filled the hearts of every Xiaomang Divine Clan expert watching him.
"Fu Shang..."
Xiao Chu Cang Shan had never seen Fu Shang before, but the instant he saw him, his heart abruptly tightened. A stabbing pain flared between his brows, as though a divine sword hung above his head.
His pupils contracted at once. "Feng Shang is inferior to him!"
With just one glance, Xiao Chu Cang Shan's heart sank.
He might not even have been a match for Feng Shang, much less someone whose sword intent was even more terrifying than Feng Shang's!
Boom!
Xiao Chu Cang Shan's body shuddered instinctively, and waves of air billowed outward.
Roar~~~
As his emotions surged violently, an enormous roar suddenly rang out from the magnificent Xiaomang Divine Temple behind him, which spanned a hundred miles and resembled a floating immortal island.
Then, three Pan Ao dog heads, each hundreds of miles in size, slowly rose up. Scarlet tongues lolled out, while cold light glinted from their savage fangs.
Their six eyes glowed with an eerie green light as they stared fixedly at Fu Shang.
It was the temple Spirit Sacrifice of the Xiaomang Divine Clan. Sensing the turmoil in Xiao Chu Cang Shan's heart, it had appeared ahead of time.
As the three Pan Ao heads rose, all the Xiaomang Divine Clan experts finally relaxed slightly.
This Spirit Sacrifice had