At the edge of the immortal city, the brocade-clad burly man and the white-browed old monk exchanged a glance, each seeing the resolve in the other's eyes.
A fierce look surfaced on the brocade-clad man's face. His right hand turned purplish-red and expanded severalfold before he suddenly slammed his palm into Gu Hanfeng's back not far away.
Gu Hanfeng reacted with extreme speed. His robes billowed, forming a defensive seal in the shape of the Eight Trigrams behind him, but it was still shattered outright by the brocade-clad man's charged purplish-red giant palm. The palm force struck him squarely in the back.
Gu Hanfeng spat blood and was sent flying forward.
"Ling Xianghu, how dare you!?" Gu Hanfeng's face was filled with shock and fury. An ancient pagoda in his hand activated at once as he prepared to strike at the brocade-clad man.
At that moment, a string of prayer beads flickering with dazzling Buddhist light descended from the sky and bound him tightly around the waist.
Gu Hanfeng immediately felt the Mana in his body grow sluggish, and the pagoda he had been about to activate instantly dimmed.
"Mo Yan! You old bald donkey, how dare you too—" Before he could finish, the brocade-clad burly man and the white-browed old monk had already soared into the air and pounced at him like fierce tigers.
It was not only the two of them. Nearby, a Nascent Soul Cultivator with a square face and broad ears also narrowed his eyes and brought out a Black Iron Staff. With a flick of his fingers, the iron staff let out piercing howls as it smashed toward Gu Hanfeng.
This attack immediately triggered a chain reaction. Those cultivators in the immortal city who believed they had never wronged Ning Fa or his clan all