Xuan Yuan Shenyang pondered it over and over.
He felt that something must have gone wrong internally.
With Xuan Yuan Haoran's strength, once he had acted, Xiao Chen should have had no chance of survival.
The two were about to leave the hell and investigate.
When they saw two hell guards walk in, their faces deathly pale.
"L-Lords, this way, please. Your... your grandfather is in the Water-Fire Grand Formation ahead!"
The two guards were uninjured, yet their eyes were filled with terror. Their legs shook like sieves as they carefully led the youths forward.
"Walk faster! Why are you dawdling? What are you trying to do?" A palm-sized blue thunder mouse hovered in the air, pointing and gesturing at them.
"In reply to Mouse Lord, this lowly one is afraid. My legs... have gone a little weak!" one guard explained in a trembling voice.
They had been standing guard outside without incident.
Then, a group of people suddenly charged in.
They forced the guards to open the Water-Fire Hell's formation and intended to break in by force.
At first, the guards were stunned, wondering where these maniacs had come from.
But just as they were about to rebuke them, they saw Xuan Yuan Haoran and a group of elders behind them, drenched in blood and dressed in rags. It nearly scared them into wetting themselves on the spot!
Had Dao Peak Mountain been conquered?
Even Xuan Yuan Haoran, a Great Emperor Realm expert, had been beaten flat.
Then, at the signal of Dao Peak Mountain's elders, they began leading Xiao Chen onward.
Looking at Xiao Chen's handsome face at the front of the procession, towering waves surged in their hearts.
Just what kind of background did Wen Haishan's bloodline left behind in the Mortal World possess?
At such a