Before the Heavenly Dao Ranking, people crowded together like mountains and seas.
Countless cultivators still had their eyes fixed on that group.
The young man with the staff had defeated the Black Prison Saint Son in one strike. The Grass-Biting Youth had driven back a Half-Step Epoch King with one swing of his ruler. The Mystic Ice Fairy had appeared to defuse the confrontation...
After that string of shocks, everyone realized one thing.
This group was no ordinary bunch!
What was more, the Grass-Biting Youth had called the staff-wielding young man his eldest senior brother. That meant they had at least one master in common!
If a Peerless Immortal King was a disciple, how much stronger must their master be?
No wonder they did not fear the Black Prison Immortal Sect!
"Are they... heading for the Heavenly Dao Ranking?"
"Nonsense! What else would you come here to see?"
"But who are they? That young man with the staff is definitely strong enough to make the ranking! And the Grass-Biting Youth's combat strength is heaven-defying!"
"Wait... have you noticed that several of them have unfathomable auras?"
Amid the discussion, Zhuge Feng led the group onward.
His expression was calm, as if offending the Black Prison Immortal Sect had been nothing more than a minor incident along the way, hardly worth mentioning.
Xiao Yan rested the Mystic Iron Ruler on his shoulder again and walked lazily among the group, a blade of grass between his teeth.
"That Mystic Ice Fairy seems pretty nice," he said casually.
Wu Wushuang's face remained impassive. "She told us not to join the Celestial Court."
"Well, of course. We have a master, so why would we join some Celestial Court?" Xiao Yan said as though it were obvious.
Everyone laughed.
Disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect