Shi Chou's Disciples

Chen Xiao shrugged, neither confirming nor denying it.

The next moment, with a slight beckon of one hand, he sent the Baleful Poison Treasure Wheel, which had been strutting its might in midair, back into the Golden Immortal Kingdom. The Virulent Poison Demon King, which had been running rampant outside the city and hunting down Immortal Martial Sect disciples, gradually dissipated as well.

Though the Virulent Poison Demon King was formidable, it was still no match for Chong Hou. Chong Hou was, after all, a late-stage Supreme Immortal; the Supreme Immortal power within him had already reached its peak. At its current stage, the Virulent Poison Demon King could not harm him.

Thus, the Virulent Poison Demon King did not entangle itself with Chong Hou, merely poisoning and killing Immortal Martial Sect disciples.

Now, Chong Hou guarded the fewer than ten thousand remaining Immortal Martial Sect immortals as they rapidly departed Daiyue City's territory, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Third Young Master, you're just letting them leave?"

Hua Fengwen set the wine jug in his hand aside, raised his sleeve to wipe the corner of his mouth, then spoke to Chen Xiao.

"Leave? They can't go anywhere."

Chen Xiao shook his head, then moved and returned to Daiyue City.

"Second Granduncle."

Chen Xiao looked at Chen Fenghua and said with a smile.

"Hoho, Xiao'er, we have you to thank for this. Otherwise, our Chen Clan would likely have suffered a great calamity."

A flicker of excitement crossed Chen Fenghua's face when he saw Chen Xiao.

Though he had not clearly seen what exactly had happened just now, Chen Xiao had, before everyone's eyes, slapped Chong Hou—a Supreme Immortal renowned for ages—into the ground three times. That was utterly earth-shattering.

As for the immense lightning that