A dignified Sage had prepared for seven days in advance, yet still failed to kill a Dao Integration cultivator.
If word of this got out, what else could it be but a stain on his record?
"Enough, Human Lotus Root, quit blowing hot air... I, Old Feng, really can't stand watching this anymore. I have no idea what that brat was thinking when he decided to take you as his master."
"Ahahaha..." Guo Xiao laughed, trying to smooth things over. "Fellow Daoist Feng, no matter what, this Mr. Human Lotus Root rendered great service. Lu Yuanliang escaped, and our objective was achieved!"
"I refuse to believe Black Bamboo Sacred Land would still dare take another step forward!"
"We should head back and report our success as well!"
"Hmph!" Saint Ye snorted coldly with his hands behind his back, then turned and left.
If Dugu Feng had not been Lin Heng's Uncle Prison, he would have cursed him out no matter what.
Three days later, news of the great victory in the Western Wasteland spread from Dragon Ridge Mountain.
Quite a few forces in the surrounding major cities were alarmed upon hearing the news.
"Black Bamboo Sacred Land suffered grievous losses. Four Cloud Boats were destroyed, three Elders were slain, their strategist was captured alive, and a total of 615 heads were taken. Holy Lord Lu Yuanliang fled after suffering severe injuries."
"Holy shit! The Immortal Alliance lost two Clan Heads and twelve Elders—not even twenty people altogether!"
"Twenty for 615? Is that casualty ratio a joke? Isn't Black Bamboo Sacred Land's Holy Lord a Dao Integration Peak Stage powerhouse? Who could have severely injured him?"
"Exactly! Even if everyone in Black Bamboo Sacred Land stretched out their necks for the chopping, there was no way they could have nearly died