An Unwilling Departure?

Song Qingyuan had now fused with the formation. They could not move, but the eleven people beneath the altar were not so fortunate.

Following Ruan Shizhi's approach: even if they could not kill him, they would disgust him to death! The purpose of those eleven people below was beyond doubt. Without them, Song Qingyuan's strength could not have grown so quickly, nor could he have completed the inheritance so soon. But they were also the most "vulnerable"—at least, they were in the eyes of the dozen or so people present.

"They're all at the peak of the Golden Core stage and advancing toward the early Nascent Soul stage. It seems refining spiritual power for Song Qingyuan did not leave them empty-handed," Bu Lianshi said, sharing what she had sensed with everyone.

"Attack! Don't let them refine any more spiritual power for Song Qingyuan!" Meng Jingxian said, his figure flickering slightly before vanishing from everyone's sight.

The next moment, everyone attacked.

They had come this far—were they supposed to do nothing but endure Song Qingyuan's mocking gaze? No one could swallow that indignation.

Although Shui Mochan had seemed hesitant earlier, once she learned that Song Qingyuan could not act, she moved with startling speed. Water techniques surged across the sky, carrying crystalline starlight within them. This was precisely the enhancement the king-grade secret canon, the Water Classic, gave to her spells.

Beneath the altar, the eleven followers also understood the situation. They almost simultaneously withdrew their power and charged toward the group. Though they were at a disadvantage in numbers, their overall spiritual power actually surpassed Lin Chuan and the others. Moreover, Song Qingyuan was watching from behind them, so they did not dare slack off in the slightest.

However, reality was quite different from their ideals.

This time, Lin Chuan