The creature inside the golden sedan chair attacked directly, its power so immense it shook the heavens and earth, causing all the powerful figures present to change color.
Then they saw the old man, who had been sitting upright in the void with a compassionate face, a dignified appearance, and a holy aura, suddenly collapse and run away without regard for his image.
"Holy crap!"
"Don't get agitated, let's talk this out."
The old man ran while yelling and begging for peace, completely disregarding his image, a far cry from his previous holy demeanor.
The illusion surrounding him vanished, revealing him as a shifty-eyed young man with a goatee.
This person was none other than Uncle Boya.
He wanted to lure everyone away without a fight, but he didn't expect to run into someone who knew his trick and saw through it immediately.
"Let's get out of here! There are so many people, if we get caught we'll be beaten to death!"
He was fast, but the owner of the golden sedan chair was even faster. His five fingers fell like pillars from the sky, forming a cage that blocked Uncle Boya's path.
Seeing this, everyone's faces turned ashen, and murderous intent surged in their eyes. Even a fool would know they had been tricked.
This person is not a master at all.
He's just a charlatan, a scoundrel.
"You beast! Catch him and skin him alive! How dare you mock us!"
"You damned bastard, you think you're some kind of expert who can drive us away and take all the treasures for yourself? Aren't you afraid of choking on your own food?!"
"Hmph! A mere trick, you think you can fool me? You're blind as a bat!"
"Let's join forces, capture this beast, and teach him the price of mocking us!"
Instantly, the crowd was agitated, and all the powerful figures attacked in anger, driven by strong personal emotions, quickly surrounding Uncle Boya completely.
There was no way to ascend to heaven, nor to descend to earth.
The crowd wore cruel smiles; one could imagine the inhuman torture that Uncle Boya would suffer if things had proceeded as planned.
"Everyone, calm down. I was just joking. Please don't take it seriously. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, let's begin. There are still Duobao waiting for us inside!"
Seeing that things were not going well, Uncle Boya knew that he could not escape, so he turned around, put on a fawning smile, and said in an overly familiar manner.
It was as if what had just happened was a joke between friends, and the misunderstanding had now been cleared up.
"Are you kidding me? Who the hell is kidding you?"
"Look at your shifty, weasel-eyed appearance, you're clearly no good. You think you can monopolize this opportunity? Take a piss and look in the mirror!"
"I know him. His name is Uncle Boya. He's a notorious shameless scoundrel who specializes in swindling people and has absolutely no bottom line!"
When a powerful figure recognized Uncle Boya, he became even angrier, for this thing's reputation was known far and wide.
Only a beast like that could do such a thing.
"Hey! Don't talk nonsense. I'm not thinking of keeping it all for myself. I'm doing this for your own good. This place is full of poisonous gas and extremely dangerous. It's not worth risking your lives for a little treasure."
Uncle Boya's eyes darted around, and he calmly explained.
"Nonsense! To still be arguing even now is simply courting death."
"Stop wasting your breath on him, send him on his way!"
The crowd's faces showed murderous intent, indicating they were ready to attack, but they hesitated and looked in another direction.
The golden sedan chair, carried by four immaculate golden figures, slowly flew over.
Beside the sedan chair stood a woman in golden armor, tall and athletic, exuding a wild charm. Her long, straight legs could easily snap a person's waist.
It is evident that she is a powerhouse who has reached the pinnacle of physical combat skills, and the blood energy she exudes is like a furnace of heaven and earth.
Everyone was shocked; the woman accompanying them, who was like a maid, was more powerful than many of them.
The contents of the golden sedan chair are likely even more unfathomable.
Some have already guessed who's inside the sedan chair: the War God Palace, a top-tier power in the Thousand Autumn Realm, and its most outstanding up-and-coming member.
Both in terms of cultivation level and status, they are extremely rare.
No one dared to make a move; everyone was waiting for this important figure to give instructions.
"Hey! My family is asking you, did you discover these ruins?"
As the sedan chair approached, the woman in golden armor looked at Uncle Boya with an arrogant air, conveying her master's message.
"If you ask him, can't he speak for himself...?" Uncle Boya glanced at the sedan chair and muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" The woman in golden armor glared fiercely, an invisible killing intent emanating from her.
Uncle Boya did not react, because his cultivation level was higher than the woman's, and he was not intimidated by someone of a lower cultivation level.
"That's right, I found this place, and what I found is naturally mine. What's wrong with driving you away?"
Uncle Boya shouted loudly, his attitude suddenly hardening, which made everyone so angry they scratched their heads. If it weren't for the face of the War God Palace, they would have already killed this shifty-eyed fellow.
Just then, a soft laugh came from inside the sedan chair, conveying an understated sense of indifference.
In the dim light, everyone seemed to see a majestic man with an aura of overwhelming power and kingly dominance sitting in the center, looking down upon the world.
This is an invisible force, a great will born from long-held high positions and absolute self-confidence.
"You seem to have the ability to explore ruins. Join the War God Palace and become my follower, and I will give you a transcendent status."
The man's voice was calm, without any nonsense or beating around the bush; he immediately demanded that Uncle Boya be subdued and become his follower.
These words caused a stir among the people present, who exchanged glances and a murmur of discontent.
The being inside the sedan chair actually invited Uncle Boya to join the War God Palace and even claimed that he wanted him to become his follower.
It has to be said that this move was extremely domineering.
Although Uncle Boya was shameless and inhuman, he was still a powerful expert at the second stage of the Great Dao.
How could someone of such stature willingly submit to others and become a follower?
Even so, this is enough to prove the extraordinary and powerful nature of this successor of the War God Palace.
If someone else said something like that, they would just be laughed at.
After hearing his words, Uncle Boya's eyes flickered slightly, a barely perceptible smile flashing across them.
Then, with a troubled expression, he explained, "What a pity, I've already become someone else's follower."
"Do you know why I'm guarding this place? It's because that important person is inside. He prefers peace and quiet and doesn't want to be disturbed by the outside world. Do you think I'm going to monopolize this opportunity?"
Wrong! Utterly wrong! I'm just guarding the door for that lord. I'm not letting you in for your own good. If that lord gets angry, none of you will escape!"
By the end, Uncle Boya's face was filled with pride.
"This..." Everyone was stunned, trying to find some flaws in Uncle Boya's face, but the guy looked serious and didn't seem to be faking it.
"Who is this 'sir' you're talking about?" someone shouted.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Uncle Boya glanced at the man with disdain, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.