Chicken Tiles and Dog Rubble

"Hahaha! Quan Lei, Tushan Wenshan, did you ever imagine you would end up like this..."

Behind them, Qilian Shan threw back his head and laughed wildly as he rapidly caught up with more than a dozen powerful members of the Louse Clan.

Jiang Wang's expression was icy. Desolate Qi surged from his body, churning the river water as he stared fixedly at the Eight-armed Merfolk Quan Lei, poised to strike.

"Quan Lei, disciple of the Three Pure Ones!"

With wolves before and tigers behind, Li Qingyun's Merfolk clone remained cool and detached. He gave the more than twenty wandering Dao Lords blocking the way ahead a slight salute.

"If you all leave now, my Three Pure Ones Sect will pretend this never happened. Otherwise, bear the consequences yourselves!"

Li Qingyun could understand Limò Prefectural Temple sending people to hunt them down. But these wandering Dao Lords of the Mother River knew full well that he was a disciple of the Three Pure Ones and still dared to involve themselves. That was somewhat beyond his expectations.

It seemed the methods used by the Three Pure Ones Temple at the Return to Ruins had been a little too gentle.

Unless they leveled a dozen or so temples at the Ruins Eyes and truly slaughtered a batch of people, some wandering Dao Lords would always appear respectful while inwardly dismissing them.

Hearing the Merfolk's warning, the wandering Dao Lords remained utterly unmoved. The black-robed six-fruit position Dao Lord leading them merely chuckled. "Three Pure Ones Sect, what lofty prestige!"

After a brief pause, he shouted sharply, "A mere pawn thinks he can represent the entire Three Pure Ones Sect?"

"Attack together! Kill them all!"

Before his words had even faded, monstrous waves surged across the waters at the river mouth, and mighty powers