Taixiao Ancient Hall!

"Fellow Daoist, the three-thousandth floor of the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda is my dao field. May I know your esteemed name?"

The man spoke coldly, his words like ice. One hand slowly rose, and the phantom of a magnificent hall gradually condensed in the void. "Yet your arrival seems to have disrupted the Great Dao of this heaven and earth."

The Primordial True Dragon raised its head and looked down at the two black figures, tiny as ants. A tremendous pressure spread through its entire body. It seemed they had encountered no ordinary opponent.

"Primordial Immortal Clan. No wonder the moment we entered, such immense pressure descended upon us. So it was your doing."

Chen Xun's vast voice echoed through the mountains. He did not reveal his name, and his gaze gradually sharpened. "What, you refuse to make way?"

"Fellow Daoist, you were the one who trespassed into my dao field. There is no need to prattle in my ear."

The man looked down at them, his voice incomparably steady. "A Dao artifact that blocks Divine Sense detection, and two axe-shaped Dao artifacts steeped in Death Qi. As expected of cultivators capable of climbing to the three-thousandth floor of the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda."

At those words, Chen Xun and Black Bull were both shaken. This man could actually recognize Death Qi, and he even called their natal magical artifacts Dao artifacts. The origins of this Primordial Immortal Clan truly ran deep...

And they actually dared cultivate on the three-thousandth floor. Even Senior Yin had not dared to do so. Something outrageous had finally happened.

"So what?" Chen Xun spoke in a low voice, sneering. "Will you make way or not?"

"If you win, I leave." The man of the Primordial Immortal Clan spoke indifferently. "If you lose, stop here. You are unworthy to