The Xuanyuan Clan had come to visit? Feng Jun frowned. Why did this give him the sense of some human cannonball?
Still... this was ultimately the Xuanyuan Clan. Though they were said to have fallen to third among the Secret Realm Families, the first-ranked Ji Clan and second-ranked Luo Clan somehow both seemed a notch below the Xuanyuan Clan.
For one thing, in that disastrous defeat of the Xuanyuan Clan, they had lost one Spirit Severing True Lord and three Soul Emergence cultivators in a single battle. Could the current Ji Clan or Luo Clan casually produce three Soul Emergence Venerables?
Setting that aside, Feng Jun was currently near Liba Beach, and Qian Zhong had issued no warning. He glanced at Zhang Caixin, and Little Caixin immediately fled back to the Two-Way Door. If anything happened, she could return directly to summon reinforcements.
Summoning the Guardians was impossible, but bringing over the Yin-Yang Mirror would be enough.
Then he ignored the other party and took out a phone, swiping at it twice. What sort had come this time?
Countless cultivators at Liba Beach saw this scene. Faced with the pressure of the Xuanyuan Clan, Feng Mountain Lord calmly pulled out a mundane object and casually tapped away at it.
What did it mean to have a million soldiers in one's breast? This was it!
What did it mean to remain composed in the face of major events? This was it!
Feng Jun swiped twice on his phone, then looked to the southwest and chuckled. He cupped his hands. "Greetings, Great Lord Buqi!"
"Oh, truly impressive methods." Space more than ten miles away twisted, revealing a burly man who appeared to possess only Nascent Soul High Stage cultivation. Smiling at Feng Jun, he said, "You were actually able to detect my