Aiming for Dark Mountain

Unexpectedly, no one sneered. More than that, it seemed no one noticed anything amiss with Zhuge Divine Sense. King Jiang Bai clearly swallowed before calmly saying, "It should be coming soon. Heh, this chain of cause and effect must be settled eventually."

War Son of Heaven laughed. "If that fiend comes, so much the better. I hear Brother Xuanji's Immovable Wisdom King has already cultivated the phantom image of a Dharma form. With such divine art, he should be able to crush this whole world beneath his heel. Even if that fiend transforms into a demon, he still won't be able to withstand Brother Xuanji's divine art, will he?"

Huang Xuanji smiled faintly. "Brother Zhan, you flatter me. I, Xuanji, am nothing special. Still, if Xu Yi really comes, I'd like to see what he can do. Brother Daoyan hasn't made a move in sixty years. I truly would like to witness his immortal methods."

At Huang Xuanji's words, the taut strings in the air suddenly relaxed.

Daoyan was a legend in the study of talismanic arts in this world.

He hadn't made a move in sixty years. When the strongest figures under heaven discussed who was strongest, they usually left him out—not because they dared not compare themselves to him, but because there was no way to compare.

The talismanic arts he studied were like immortal arts. How could cultivators contend with immortal arts?

With Daoyan here, what could that scoundrel Xu Yi do, no matter how powerful he was?

Zhuge Divine Sense gave a hearty laugh. "Brother Daoyan is unfathomable. Let's leave him aside. But none of you should forget our Brother Yao. At the Void Heaven Divine Palace, at the critical moment, it was Brother Yao who wielded the divine whip and grievously wounded Fierce Rhinoceros. Heh,