The Peng King in His Sights

The atmosphere in the Impermanence Sect was delicate.

As the Western Region plan met setback after setback, word finally reached the True Lord.

"True Lord, Shang Li and the others were defeated. Shang Li himself was gravely wounded by the Little Peng King."

Yun Wuya, the sect leader, entered the Impermanence Heavenly Realm and bowed to True Lord Xuanji, whose mind seemed to be wandering beyond the heavens.

To deal with the Little Peng King, the Impermanence Sect had specially dispatched several Purple Mansion cultivators led by Shang Li. All were core members of the Impermanence Hall, tasked with combat and killing. They had their own methods of fighting together, and under normal circumstances, an ordinary cultivator at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm would be helpless once they set their sights on him.

What was more, as a precaution, they had brought a jade talisman containing a sealed divine ability of a True Lord. Even so, they had lost. Not only had Shang Li, a peak Purple Mansion cultivator, suffered grave injuries, but one late-stage and one early-stage Purple Mansion cultivator had fallen.

True Lord Xuanji seemed not to hear Yun Wuya.

Seeing this, Yun Wuya lowered his gaze and waited in silence.

Time passed. At last, after who knew how long, True Lord Xuanji opened her eyes.

"True Lord, the Little Peng King bears the Imperial Blood of the Thunder Roc Clan. His divine abilities are formidable, and he possesses the Ancient Thunder Seal, a Supreme-grade Dao Artifact. Within the Purple Mansion Realm, he is nearly invincible."

Seeing True Lord Xuanji return to herself, Yun Wuya spoke again, a trace of helplessness in his voice.

True Lord Xuanji was not surprised.

By gathering the various clues and making deductions, she had already gained a fairly clear understanding