"Who goes there!?"
"Are you courting death!?"
"Who are you, to trespass upon our territory!?"
Several grim shouts rang out from the valley. Then six figures shot into the sky. With a wave of their hands, storms of divine souls swept across the air above the valley, carrying along the spiritual mist protecting it and forming wave after wave of shockwaves, trying to disperse the curtain of flames.
But how could the Phoenix Sky Curtain formed from Phoenix Divine Fire be broken by a few old monks with merely several hundred years of Dao Comprehension?
Storm after storm of spiritual power swept forth, but upon meeting the Phoenix Sky Curtain, they were like ants trying to shake a tree. A sweep of flame erased them completely. They did not even rebound, as though they had never existed at all.
"Not good!"
"What kind of fire is this?"
"Who is our enemy?"
The old monks cried out in alarm. Seeing the Phoenix Sky Curtain seal off every direction and the flames gradually close inward, their faces went pale. They had no idea how their sect had provoked such a mighty being.
"Phoenix Divine Fire! The Phoenix Palace Master!"
A figure soared into the sky, revealing a middle-aged monk.
Though he was said to be middle-aged, his skin was smooth and his features refined. Judging by his face alone, calling him young would have been perfectly fitting. Only his deep, weathered eyes, seemingly filled with wisdom and experience, made him appear middle-aged.
He was Monk Caodeng.
"I do not know which disciple of this humble monk has offended Phoenix Mountain and brought the Palace Master here in person. Please, Palace Master, let us speak this through. There is no need to make such a great show of force!"
"Heh." Si Lingxi sneered