For a moment, the Nascent Soul old monsters looked at one another, their gazes constantly exchanging.
True Lord Wei watched coldly from the sidelines, sneering inwardly with utter disdain.
He had long seen through them. These people were clearly birds of a feather, joining hands to use his Ancient Sword Sect as the vanguard to probe Cheng Buzheng's true capabilities.
Naturally, he would not be the first to stick his neck out again.
Just then...
Cheng Buzheng's voice rang out once more. His tone remained calm, yet it carried an authority that brooked no doubt.
"What?
Are you Fellow Daoists saying White Cloud Sect's threshold is too high, and you dare not enter?"
As soon as those words fell, the triangular-eyed old man hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
"Oh, what are you saying, Brother Cheng?
To have the honor of visiting White Cloud Sect is a blessing for us. How would we dare refuse?"
As he spoke, he took the lead, gritting his teeth as he stepped onto the rainbow bridge.
After all!
For a Nascent Soul Late Stage great cultivator, dealing with them would be simplicity itself.
Cheng Buzheng stood at the end of the rainbow bridge, hands clasped behind his back. As he watched the Nascent Soul old monsters file in one after another, his calm gaze swept across them, and he slowly said, "Fellow Daoists, follow me inside."
After giving them a taste of his power...
Cheng Buzheng too stepped into that mountain gate wreathed in clouds and mist.
White Cloud Sect, Main Hall.
Within the towering hall, cloud-patterned stone pillars stood holding up the heavens, while high above, ancient murals of drifting clouds and immortal cranes adorned the vaulted ceiling.
Thin spiritual energy curled through the air like mist, silently flowing between the agarwood