Nine Dragons Technique

What was going on?!

The native participants in the scramble all stared at each other wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost!

"That man casually unleashed over a thousand Phantom Bodies. His comprehension of the spatial Source Law must rival that of many Realm Lords!"

Many of them could not help muttering to themselves. Judging by his aura, he was merely a Domain Lord-level powerhouse. How could he possess such strength?

Could he be a super genius carefully nurtured by the Immortal Temple, or perhaps the personal disciple of some powerful immortal...

But that did not make sense either. If he truly had such a background, why would he need to compete with them for the Blood Nether Ape? The Immortal Temple would surely offer him all sorts of generous resources on a silver platter.

On one side was a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge—where one had to risk one's life for little reward!

On the other was the treatment of a rich young master, clothed in fine garments and fed lavish meals!

Even a fool knew which to choose, so why had this happened?

As everyone stood puzzled, the person who had seized the Blood Nether Ape immediately produced another thousand or so Phantom Bodies, slipping through the gaps between the crowd like a ghost.

"Trying to run!"

This time, the Prison Clan Members were prepared. They likewise employed movement techniques, some creating Phantom Bodies, others transforming into lightning or wild winds as they chased after him at high speed.

Their momentum was no less imposing than his!

"Th-These few are this formidable too?"

The family natives, who had believed themselves backed by their respective Realm Lords, were utterly dumbfounded. Just moments ago, they had regarded these strangely dressed people as insignificant nobodies and acted all high