Rescuing the Silver Dragon Race, Chen Xuan the Fisherman

The towering, majestic Immortal Execution Peak rose tens of thousands of zhang high, like a colossal pillar holding up the heavens.

Yet at this moment, it was shaking violently, thunderous booms ringing endlessly from within!

It was on the verge of collapse!

Three Heavenly Immortals, twelve True Immortals, and twenty-five Immortals erupting at once—how terrifying was that?

"Heavenly Immortal Wushan, have you gone mad? Why are you attacking me?"

Zhao Juexian's hair flew wildly as fury and bewilderment filled his face.

Behind Heavenly Immortal Wushan stood one man and woman after another, their Immortal Might surging—all of them Immortals who had come to attend the auction!

"Die!"

Heavenly Immortal Wushan's face was cold as ice as he struck to kill, fighting with complete disregard for his own life.

Moreover, the twelve Immortals behind him were no pushovers. Joining forces, they sent Zhao Juexian coughing up blood and flying backward in utter disarray!

"BOOM!!!"

The deafening blast shook the heavens!

Without Zhao Juexian maintaining the grand array, the Grand Immortal Array deployed within Immortal Execution Peak could not withstand the enraged Black Prison Golden Immortal at all.

With a full-force lash of his lightning whip, he shattered the array's obstruction and charged straight inside.

Black Prison Golden Immortal's eyes were scarlet as he slaughtered without cease!

Cultivators of the Immortal Execution Sword Sect fell one after another, utterly unable to stop him.

"Retreat!..."

Sensing a vast, terrifying Immortal Might drawing near, Heavenly Immortal Wushan immediately led the Immortals toward the depths of Immortal Execution Peak.

Before leaving, he deliberately shouted, "Zhao Juexian, that High Grade Immortal Artifact you've treasured is mine now, hahaha!..."

"Bastard!"

Zhao Juexian nearly coughed up blood again on the spot in rage.

Yet he had no time to stop them, for a terrifying and savage Immortal Might