"Gui Tai Zhen, I advise you to calm down! Since your grandson Mud Lord willingly joined the Life and Death Battlefield, then according to the prior agreement, life and death were settled cleanly, with no debts carried over. Chasing Lying Flat Lord now—isn't that making a joke of the Hidden Origin Society's rules? You'd better rein in your horse at the edge of the cliff and retreat at once!"
A voice rolled down from the clouds. To the mortals on the ground, it was nothing more than a succession of thunderclaps, with no other sensation.
Wang Wu looked up and saw a black-robed elder appear above the rosy clouds protecting Dragon Head City. He looked utterly ordinary; even his face could not be made out. Only the Small Pagoda cradled in his hand was exceptionally extraordinary, as if it could bear all the weight in the world. Even the Five-Colored Rosy Clouds opposite him were forcibly drawn into it.
The power of that thing was simply beyond Wang Wu's imagination.
He even had the feeling that if the power of that Small Pagoda locked onto him, he would immediately reveal his true form.
Was this a Super First-Rank magic treasure?
No, it might well have been of an even higher level.
Wang Wu was deeply alarmed. Truly, it was like an ancient man seeing a speeding train—a terror that completely overturned everything he knew.
Because he realized that even all his power might be unable to do anything to the other party. What kind of despair was that?
Yet at that moment, the few Copper Coins in his robes gave him tremendous comfort and courage. Or, more precisely, it was the Hidden Origin Society's rules corresponding to Mortal Qi.
He even gained an insight: as long as he remained under