Villa meditation chamber.
Xia Ping sat cross-legged, a faint golden radiance emerging from his body and covering him entirely. Even the ground was dyed gold, making him look like a golden Arhat, while the faint sound of Buddhist chants seemed to rise around him.
But it was only an illusion, though it was quite effective for fooling people.
"Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar? Since you have all come here, why not show yourselves? Why hide and skulk about?" Xia Ping suddenly opened his eyes and spoke.
Boom!
The moment his words fell, the meditation chamber was instantly torn apart by a force and completely overturned, reduced to rubble and dust.
Whoosh!
The next second, a group of people appeared outside. At their head was Duanmu Kang, the young chief of the Nine-Headed Bird clan. A powerful aura radiated from him, warping the air and creating illusions. He was clearly at the mid-stage Return to Truth Realm.
Dozens of attendants stood beside him, all at the peak of the Golden Core Realm at minimum, with eight at the early Return to Truth Realm. These were all elites of the Nine-Headed Bird clan.
He slowly approached as a great formation rose over the entire villa, covering several miles. It formed a transparent shield, blanketing the surroundings like a turtle shell and creating an absolute forbidden zone.
No sound or fluctuations of magical power could escape this area.
"As expected of an Arhat Race expert, an enlightened eminent monk."
Duanmu Kang stared at Xia Ping. "We had only just arrived, yet you discovered us immediately. What astonishing perception. It left me no choice but to reveal myself and act personally.
"But that does not matter. You have already fallen into the trap, and there is no escape.