"The old Winged Human of the Winged Human Race wasn't even enough for him to press down with a single finger."
The little old man pondered for a while and found someone to compare him to. The Winged Human Ancestor was considered a fairly renowned existence among the myriad races. This old man acted meek and submissive before top experts, yet held his head high before the weak. What he loved most was bullying the weak with the strong, using his Mahayana Realm cultivation to suppress the young.
"What about the others?"
Chen Luo frowned. With Zhao Qi's Corpse Puppet, he could crush even the Winged Human Ancestor, who had survived the One-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, with a single finger. Using that as a reference made any judgment impossible.
"Don't take risks."
The little old man spoke cautiously.
Chen Luo's strength had exceeded his expectations. From their brief contact earlier, this fellow was clearly no peaceful, law-abiding sort.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After the knocking outside continued for a while, it eventually faded into silence.
Retracting his Divine Sense, Chen Luo lightly tapped the ground. Several Puppets hidden outside silently followed after them.
Forbidden Mountain.
The mountain lay concealed within the Gray Mist. From afar, only vague outlines could be seen.
This place was the Seventh Forbidden Zone of the Immortal Cultivation World. Unlike the previous six forbidden zones, the Seventh Forbidden Zone was neither sealed off nor guarded by the Tomb Guarding Tribe. That was because only one person lived here. This person was known as the Master of Forbidden Mountain.
One foot stepped onto the gravel path through the mountains. Several stones near the cliff edge rolled down, startling a large flock of birds that flew into the distance with cries of "Caw, caw, caw."
"I want to make a