"Ran pretty fast!" Zhou Qiongtian muttered to himself.
Worthy of a Supreme expert—every one of them was an old fox. That appearance of not knowing whether he was dead or alive earlier had probably been an act by Shen Xucang, though he must have truly been injured as well.
Although his cultivation had fallen to the initial Supreme stage, Shen Xucang had escaped without him noticing in the slightest. Shen Xucang was no simple figure either!
Zhou Qiongtian stripped these Saints and Saint Kings of everything they had. He did not even spare their robes. Even professional bandits would have to say, "Impressive."
The robes of these Saints and Saint Kings were all Heaven-grade and Saint-grade treasures. What extravagance. The clothes he wore were only Earth-grade.
When he returned, he had to get himself a proper robe. It had to be sufficiently imposing, at least Saint-grade. After all, he was a peerless expert capable of suppressing Supremes!
Zhou Qiongtian returned to the Zhou Clan in a fine mood. This trip had not only dealt with the Child of Destiny, Lin Tian, but also brought him a bountiful haul.
Host: Zhou Qiongtian Identity: Young Master of the Zhou Clan Destiny Points: 200,000 Cultivation: Saint Early Stage Great Dao attainments: Strength Dao Master, Lightning Dao Quasi-Grandmaster, Formation Dao Quasi-Supreme Grandmaster, Soul Dao Quasi-Supreme Grandmaster, Space-Time Dao Grandmaster Physique: Supreme Bone, Twin Pupils Cultivation arts: Savage Tyrant Art, Lightning Step Divine abilities: Divine Unknowing, Ghost Unperceived, Destiny Sight, Destiny Guidance, Soul-Chasing Spirit-Seeking, Future Body Treasures: Mystic Heaven Sword, Azure Shield, Heaven and Earth Scroll, Time Cabin Special: Demon God Core Laws: Law of Lightning
Zhou Qiongtian stroked his chin. Should he switch his focus? Both his Formation Dao and Soul Dao had reached the Quasi-Supreme Grandmaster realm, with a bright future ahead, while his Space-Time Dao had also reached Grandmaster. Cultivating the Space-Time Dao would not be bad either.
On the other hand, his Strength Dao was only at Master level, and his Lightning Dao was only at Quasi-Grandmaster level.
"Mm, I need to find several cultivation arts and divine abilities for the Formation Dao, Soul Dao, and Space-Time Dao. Only then can I bring such high Great Dao attainments into play. Otherwise, wouldn't they go to waste?"
Zhou Qiongtian headed for the Zhou Clan's Pill Pavilion.
Mystic Heaven Hegemony Sect's main hall.
"The Zhou Clan has gone too far! We already withdrew, yet they are still pressing us every step of the way. Their gains have already far exceeded their losses!"
Mo Xuantian, the sect master of the Mystic Heaven Hegemony Sect, slammed the table and growled. It was no wonder he was so furious, for the Zhou Clan had specifically targeted the Mystic Heaven Hegemony Sect.
The Mystic Heaven Hegemony Sect's three major resource sites had nearly been emptied. Its losses were the greatest among all the forces opposing the Zhou Clan.
The consciousnesses of the other factions also wore angry expressions. They had completely forgotten that they were the ones who had first provoked the Zhou Clan.
Since this campaign against the Zhou Clan had been led by the Mystic Heaven Hegemony Sect, every meeting was held in its main hall.
Moreover, the representatives of the major factions were without exception sect-master-level figures. They were busy every day and could not possibly spare time to come to the Mystic Heaven Hegemony Sect for every meeting. Thus, most of the time, only the consciousnesses of the sect masters arrived.
"The Azure Profound Divine Palace did not come this time?"
Someone showed a puzzled expression. The Azure Profound Divine Palace's master, Shen Xucang, was a Supreme expert and the strongest among these factions—even stronger than Mo Xuantian. It was the only superpower among them with two Supremes.
As the leader of this campaign against the Zhou Clan, Mo Xuantian was merely at Saint King Great Perfection!
"Right, have those forbidden lands still not responded?"
"No. Those old foxes want us and the Zhou Clan to fight like the snipe and the clam, so they can reap the profit at the critical moment!"
"Hmph! Ignore them. We cannot place our hopes on them. Though they share a blood-deep hatred with the Zhou Clan, Zhou Kuang killed several of their Supremes before. They have long since lost their fighting spirit."
"Does the Zhou Clan really think it is still the Zhou Clan of old? They only have three Supremes. How are things with those superpowers and top-tier factions? Have they decided to join our Anti-Zhou Alliance? This is a perfect chance to drag the Zhou Clan down from its altar!"
"The Mystic Yin Divine Sect, the Su Family, the Great Flame Holy Land, the Qingyang Holy Land, and the others have already decided to join us. The other factions are still watching. These people have been suppressed by the Zhou Clan for too long and basically do not want to resist. They cannot afford the price of failure."
"It is about time. Six superpowers, twelve top-tier factions, and a full seven Supremes. Even if Zhou Kuang left behind contingencies in the Zhou Clan, they absolutely cannot withstand us!"
"Gentlemen, are you ready to drag the Zhou Clan down from its altar? The Zhou Clan has sat in the overlord's seat for too long and occupied too many resources. Once we destroy the Zhou Clan, everything it possesses will be ours!" Mo Xuantian shouted excitedly. The consciousnesses of the other factions were equally exhilarated.
The Zhou Clan's resources were incredibly abundant. Even divided among so many factions, they would still receive enormous resources—enough to take their foundations to the next level.
Just then, the consciousness of Shen Xucang, the Azure Profound Divine Palace's representative, appeared in the Mystic Heaven Hegemony Sect's main hall. However, Shen Xucang's face was pale, and he looked listless.
"Brother Shen, you have come."
"Hm? Brother Shen, you are injured? You are a Supreme expert—who could have hurt you? Did a Zhou Clan Supreme make a move?"
"Brother Shen, are you all right? The Nine Heavens Cloud Liquid of my Nine Heavens Cloud Palace is highly effective for healing. I will send you some later."
Seeing Shen Xucang's injuries, the representatives of the many factions immediately expressed their concern and offered healing pills and the like.
Shen Xucang thanked them. His expression was complicated as he slowly said, "A Zhou Clan Supreme did indeed make a move."
As for which Zhou Clan Supreme it had been, Shen Xucang did not say. Was he supposed to say that he had nearly been beaten to death by a junior of the Zhou Clan? A junior whose true cultivation was merely in the Saint Realm, but who had briefly gained Supreme battle prowess through a secret art?
Would he have any face left, then? How would he continue mingling among the Supremes without being laughed to death by the other Supremes?
He could already imagine meeting the other Supremes: "Oh, isn't this Shen Xucang? Only a few days apart, and you have become this pathetic? You were nearly beaten to death by a Saint junior. What a disgrace to Supreme experts."
In any case, even with one more Supreme, the Zhou Clan would only have four. They had seven. The problem was not serious; the advantage was theirs!
The representatives of the other factions did not say anything more. Shen Xucang was merely a newly advanced Supreme, while the Zhou Clan's Supremes were all veteran Supremes. It was perfectly normal for him to be injured, so they did not press further.
They then continued their discussion. An hour later, the consciousnesses of the many faction representatives dispersed.
Mo Xuantian sat in the main hall with his eyes closed, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. No one knew how much time passed before he suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward a certain spot in the hall, a sharp glint flashing in them.
The next moment, spatial ripples arose from the spot Mo Xuantian was watching, and a figure slowly emerged.
It was a man with crimson eyes filled with madness. Yet beneath that madness lay reason. His long hair stood upright strand by strand, like sharp spikes.
His body was hunched, with a wolf's back and a wasp's waist. His arms were long, his palms bluish-gray, and veins spread across them like spiderwebs, making for a particularly sinister sight.
An exceedingly violent aura of Saint King Great Perfection radiated from the man's entire body.
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