Three Immortals Slain in Succession

"Huan King!"

Lord Wumeng had barely finished speaking, and Jian Shang was just beginning to understand, when Immortal Beastmaster Xu Fu shouted. Anger, urgency, and pleading mingled in his voice, making Jian Shang's thick brows furrow.

Clearly, the Huan King had stayed to help them fight. Yet he kept chatting with Lord Wumeng, ignoring their peril. Even the Evil Consort Hua Qiandai remained silent. Wasn't that going too far?!

The situation was plain enough. If the Huan King and Hua Qiandai acted, they might not be able to keep the King Wu of Qin and Lord Wumeng from leaving, but they could at least avoid defeat. After all, Hua Qiandai, Han Zhong, and Xu Shi were genuine Loose Immortals, not impostors like Xu Tian.

As for Jian Shang, killing intent now shrouded Chen City and blotted out the sun, thick beyond measure. The dead numbered a terrifying ten million or more. Even without an army at his side, Jian Shang could wield power no weaker than an ordinary Loose Immortal's, perhaps even comparable to the King Wu of Qin's.

By now, the King Wu of Qin had completely suppressed Han Zhong and Xu Shi. Han Zhong's tall crown had shattered, his white hair whipping wildly about his head as he struggled. Xu Shi's enormous eagle was covered in wounds. Iron-hard feathers scattered, blood sprayed, and its cries pierced the sky from time to time. It was on the brink of death.

Bang...

In Xu Shi's anger and desperation, the King Wu of Qin punched the giant eagle in the side. Feathers tore free, its wing splintered, and it slammed into the city wall, shattering bricks with force no less than a catapult strike.

Seriously? Two against one, and they're losing this quickly?!

Jian Shang frowned. He had underestimated the