True Immortal Troublemaker Clears the Field

The plateau was vast and magnificent. Located Beyond the World, wisps of chaotic mist flowed through it. It was a stretch of wilderness, normally devoid of human habitation.

Now, people from True Saint Dojos stood in confrontation.

Wang Xuan stood motionless, holding a pitch-black iron rod as he faced the Supernatural Practitioners of Desolate Ridge.

After a brief silence, some people from Desolate Ridge changed facial expression.

Unlike Chongxiao Hall, which was semi-reclusive and thus cut off from the world, this lineage's headquarters lay in the central region Beyond the World.

The people of Desolate Ridge had not only heard of Sun Wukong but had studied him as well, because he was simply too good at stirring up trouble and had provoked enormous turmoil.

Up ahead, the woman Wang Xuan had blown apart with a single strike slowly reassembled her flesh and blood, reappearing. The people of Desolate Ridge all let out a long breath.

The woman's face was bloodless, her heartstrings trembling. That pitch-black iron rod was simply too oppressive. If it truly came smashing down again, she still would not be able to escape.

Several people from Desolate Ridge teleported over, appearing before her and blocking the Flower-Fruit Mountain fiend. This man had already made a name for himself among True Saint Dojos.

He had ambushed Ling Qingxuan of Suspended Ridge and was still wanted to this day. He had even killed Chang Ming of Demon Heaven Palace, setting off a Bloody Storm. All those he had dealt with were disciples of True Saint Dojos.

Yet this time, he actually seemed to have held back and had not killed her.

Wang Xuan had not struck to kill mainly because he was traveling with the people of Chongxiao Hall and could not act entirely according to his own preferences