Facing the way I moved freely through the armies of the Wind Soul City, not a single immortal here failed to feel uneasy. But the Wind Soul City had its own principles. If they let me pass through their ranks as if no one were there, how would they command respect before the other sects in the future?
So a new interception began.
The old woman who had saved Bi Qu at the critical moment just now was the first to charge forward. At this moment, she rushed toward me with a black spear in hand, flying as she shouted, "Lord Dongren of Falling Wood Valley, since you've barged into my Wind Soul City and injured my disciple, please don't run away. Why not simply injure this old woman as well?"
"I have another purpose, so I won't accompany Senior in a spar. If there's a chance, we can spar then!" I chuckled. This old woman truly wasn't an ordinary immortal.
Very soon, I brought Lingzhao into the enormous openwork hall. This was the Wind Congealing Hall of Wind Soul City—the highest grand hall here. It was also said that the mutated Wind Congealing Fruit was located here!
Because the hall was openwork throughout, there wasn't any area that could be defended at all. The moment we rushed inside, waves of violent wind had already begun to coil inward toward the top of the hall, as if being drawn there by something. The wind-element aura here was also exceptionally pure!
"It's the mutated Wind Congealing Fruit!" Lingzhao pointed at the ceiling and shouted.
My gaze slowly shifted from the fifty-year-old man meditating in the very center of the Wind Congealing Hall toward the ceiling. Sure enough, a fruit that looked truly enormous was hanging there!
The fruit looked like a