The mist on the outskirts of the Immortal-Burying Abyss churned violently.
Heavy footsteps sounded from deep within the fog.
Xie Yuan lay sprawled on the ground and struggled to lift his head, wild delight breaking across his bloodied face.
In midair, Old Ancestor Taichu, Old Ancestor Hunyuan, and Old Ancestor Wuji lowered their heads in unison to look toward the edge of the mist.
Zhou Xuan walked at the front.
His hands were tucked inside the broad sleeves of his black robe, his pace unhurried and his bearing utterly casual.
Emperor Jiang Wu, Old Ancestor Cangwu, Old Ancestor Xuanming, and the Origin Return Alliance Leader followed closely behind.
The four Longevity Realm mighty cultivators stayed half a step behind Zhou Xuan, their bearing respectful, every inch his subordinates.
To the three reclusive old ancestors hovering in midair, the sight was particularly galling.
Old Ancestor Taichu stopped rolling the Fierce Beast Inner Core in his hand.
He looked Zhou Xuan up and down.
Far too young.
His bone age was plain to see. He was no ancient monster who had mastered the Agelessness Art.
Although Old Ancestor Taichu could not discern his exact cultivation realm, he assumed Zhou Xuan had merely used some Magic Treasure to conceal his aura.
How capable could a greenhorn possibly be?
He had simply gotten lucky and swooped in to reap the Court Guardian Pavilion's spoils, with spineless fools like Emperor Jiang Wu backing him up.
Old Ancestor Taichu looked down at Zhou Xuan from above, his tone carrying the arrogance of an elder lecturing a junior.
"You're the junior who destroyed the Court Guardian Pavilion?"
"Not bad. You must have some ability to have driven that old hag into such a corner."
Old Ancestor Taichu paused, then abruptly raised his voice, filling it with oppressive