Two immortal-sect disciples who had been fighting each other suddenly stopped in unspoken agreement and stared at the distance in shock.
"That's..."
As the Golden Scale Saint Son released his aura without restraint, the immortal-sect disciples on Purple Cloud Mountain could all clearly sense the fierce, murderous aura coming from that direction.
That savage aura, redolent of destruction, was like an ancient beast breaking free of its seal and setting foot in the mortal world.
The Taishi Sect's True Inheritance disciple, walking alone through the dense forest, paused and looked toward the source of the violent aura with a hint of wariness. "That's the Golden Scale Saint Son. Is that still the Golden Scale Evil Suppressing Art?"
"Who's gone and provoked him now?"
The Drinking Youth muttered, then turned his gaze to the young man walking ahead of him.
The Sword Wielding Disciple of this generation of Jiange had no comment. He remained silent as a stone.
Lu Bai sensed the aura and merely glanced sideways.
In his eyes, no matter how fiercely these immortal-sect disciples fought, it had nothing to do with him.
He kept flying at an unhurried pace, and he was nearly at his destination.
The highest peak in the central region of Purple Cloud Mountain didn't actually have an official name. It was generally called Nameless Mountain.
But because of Nameless Mountain's location, many immortal-sect disciples were converging in that direction, and their numbers kept growing.
He could make out some figures in the forest, and from time to time more immortal-sect disciples chose to fly over.
They weren't as lucky as Lu Bai. Almost all of them were attacked before they could even land.
Of course, choosing to fly so conspicuously at a time like this proved that these immortal-sect disciples were confident in