At the foot of the mountain, a long line of people wound along the path, while the special, secluded entrance nearby stood nearly empty.
That was because it was reserved for Transcendents.
"Hey! Who do you think you are, cutting in line?"
The young woman with a small mole at the corner of her mouth called out. She was just about to slap Chen Xi on the shoulder when Chen Xi's magic forced her back.
"Fourth Rank?!"
Sensing the surging magic, the woman froze with her right hand raised halfway.
Hadn't the organization sent only Vice Cult Leader Zhang to guard Qianlang Mountain?
Chen Xi noticed the woman's movement and glanced at her from the side. Then she raised an eyebrow at Lin Yue, who had yet to catch up.
Under Chen Xi's gaze, every hair on the woman's body stood on end. Her instincts screamed at her to run.
But under the pressure of that surging magic, she couldn't make her legs move.
Death.
She was going to die.
At that critical moment, Zhang Keming released his own magic.
The terrifying pressure of it almost became tangible.
In the Transcendents' eyes, it was as if the two of them had dyed the sky in their respective colors.
As the two powers clashed, the woman with the mole finally managed to breathe again, and the people behind her fled with her.
Pale blue ripples spread beneath Zhang Keming's feet. In the blink of an eye, he flashed to a spot ten meters in front of Chen Xi.
"All right. Taking your anger out on the younger generation won't accomplish anything. Say what you have to say," he said gravely.
So fast...
Chen Xi regarded Zhang Keming, who had suddenly appeared before her, with wariness.
She could just barely react to