But all of them abruptly dissipated in the next instant.
Rumble—
An incomparably majestic phantom of a divine mountain suddenly materialized in the Flood Dragon Race's front courtyard and hurtled outward with a howl, its astonishing destructive force instantly grinding the entire courtyard to dust!
Wherever the divine mountain passed, the earth split apart.
Fierce wind pressure swept in every direction as the immense mountain phantom bore straight down on the main courtyard.
Ao Qianjiang's expression changed drastically. He instantly appeared outside the main courtyard, then gritted his teeth, summoned his vast demonic power, and thrust out his palm!
Boom!!
The tremendous crash resounded like a great bronze bell, deafening every living being nearby and sending their blood and qi surging wildly!
The spilling shock waves of wind brought the main courtyard crashing down. Fortunately, the billowing dust could not obstruct the vision of those at the extreme realm peak, and the immortal master and the others all saw the purple-robed young man walking slowly toward them.
Lu Yuan's voice was as dispassionate and bone-chilling as winter ice:
"Who was spying on me just now?"
The immortal master's throat bobbed. Unable to muster even the faintest smile, he instinctively edged backward.
Deep frustration and regret welled up inside him!
Damn it!
This was nothing like what Ao Qianjiang had told me!
He could even detect a divination performed in secret. How the fuck could he be an ordinary rogue cultivator?
Hearing Lu Yuan's words, Ao Qianjiang's face twitched slightly as well. He had never expected the man's perception to be so keen.
Still less had he expected him to come straight to their doorstep.
Yet he could hardly be blamed for lacking imagination. After all, ordinary rogue cultivators would scramble to avoid the Silver-Scaled Flood Dragon Clan once they learned