Cold Mockery for Zhang Ziqiang

Many eighth-grade Dao Masters were scolded by Zhang Ziqiang until their faces went pale, yet not one of them dared say anything more.

That was because Li Zhōujūn's strength had already left them speechless.

"I never thought Li Zhōujūn's strength would be so terrifying!" Old Ancestor Yuanshan had already begun regretting coming.

"That's right. This Elder Li's cultivation is probably still that of a ninth-grade Dao Master." Qingfeng Dao Master nodded. "Now that I look at it, this Elder Li doesn't seem to have any intention of killing us."

Palm Fire Divine Lord's expression was ugly. He had thought he could borrow the hands of the many eighth-grade Dao Masters to eliminate Zhang Ziqiang, allowing him to hold his head high afterward.

Who could have expected that Zhang Ziqiang would not only possess such formidable strength now, but also have such a powerful master? This time, he would have to keep his tail between his legs for the rest of his life!

Elsewhere.

Li Zhōujūn watched Zhang Ziqiang speak with such high spirits and could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

Who would have thought Zhang Ziqiang's logical thinking would be so strong?

Once those words were spoken, they might really be able to bluff the group of eighth-grade Dao Masters opposite them.

But just then, the golden light at the secret realm's entrance suddenly flashed violently.

In the eyes of the many eighth-grade Dao Masters who had already begun to retreat, this scene was like a group of starving men encountering a beauty beckoning them over with a curling finger. The desire in their hearts blazed up once more!

Yet Li Zhōujūn's strength left them caught between advancing and retreating.

"What? Do you really think you can enter this secret realm?" Li Zhōujūn asked with a faint laugh,