Melee

Huang Gong shook the Dao Attainment Gourd in his hand. He uncorked it and tipped it over, and a dense sea of wine poured out like a vast river, like the Milky Way hanging inverted from the Ninth Heaven. It slowly unfurled through this Deep Sea Zone like a Heavenly River, drifting around them like a veil of gauze.

Lie Huo could not help but exclaim in shock, "Old man Huang Gong, you haven't been wasting your time all these years!"

Huang Gong grinned broadly and rubbed his bulbous nose. "This is my Dao Attainment treasure. The Heavenly River turns to wine—the Dao of Water, yielding yet resilient! It can withstand all things in this world and envelop all things."

Seeing Zheng Jie and Huang Gong making such a grand display, Lie Huo awkwardly twisted his neck and flexed his biceps. With a flick of his hand, a crescent shovel appeared in his grip. His gaze deepened as he stared fixedly at the void ahead.

The corners of Lu Ren's mouth silently curled upward, but he said nothing more and merely watched the front with an indifferent gaze.

After a moment of silence, a somewhat sinister voice rang out.

"You follow the path of Body Refinement to Sainthood, where the physique matters most. Now that you've lost an arm, I'm afraid your combat strength has been greatly affected, hasn't it?"

As the voice echoed through the air, a faint smile appeared on Lu Ren's face. "If you're eager to give it a try, then stop hiding in the dark. Come out and find out."

Seeing those probing gazes gradually dim, Lu Ren could not help feeling slightly disappointed. Every one of these fellows was a shrewd old fox. It was exceedingly difficult to get even one of them to step