Sima Yuan reached out with one palm, immediately drawing the attention of experts from all directions.
"Damn it~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
The Ancient Immortals erupted in furious roars.
Everyone had tacitly agreed not to fight over the Qiankun Cauldron. Whoever tried would become the common enemy of all the Ancient Immortals. Besides, it was still the Supreme Beginning Sacred King's spoils of war, so no one objected to Zhong Shan guarding it. But before the victor was decided, no one was allowed to take even one step beyond the line.
Even Sima Yuan, who had come with the Supreme Beginning Sacred King, was absolutely no exception.
Sima Yuan had prepared to seize the Qiankun Cauldron, so he moved as fast as possible. By the time the Ancient Immortals noticed, his palm was already near Zhong Shan.
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
With a deafening boom, the giant palm Sima Yuan had condensed collapsed spectacularly. Sima Yuan was also blasted backward by a surge of Lethal Qi.
Sima Yuan never would have imagined that the final Zhong Shan atop Fang Mountain could unleash such power.
Sure enough, as Sima Yuan flew back, the Ancient Immortals surrounded him, each glaring at this man who had broken the rules.
Before the original Qiankun Cauldron, a long purple tail stretched out before Zhong Shan. Vast streams of sword qi surged from the purple tail.
That tail had blasted Sima Yuan away.
The Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail?
The Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail stood on Zhong Shan's shoulder, swaggering as it eyed the Ancient Immortals, a chill gleaming in its eyes.
At this point, eating more Ancient Immortals would no longer improve the Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail much, so the hungry look it had shown Yan Hui had vanished.
Zhong Shan's divine beast—the Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail?
Nearly everyone looked toward Zhong Shan's