The Betrothal Is Set

Each of them wore white Daoist robes embroidered with gold trim. Their faces were youthful, yet carried an innate arrogance, but now their eyes had all reddened.

"Our cultivation may be inferior to his, but we outnumber him dozens of times over. I refuse to believe we can't defeat him!"

The leading disciple gripped a bronze war spear, its tip blooming with a dazzling azure light.

The other disciples answered in unison, each summoning their Lifebound Magical Treasure.

They launched their attacks at Venerable King Qiankun.

Though these disciples were only at the Nascent Soul Stage, their combined might actually caused heaven and earth to change color.

Venerable King Qiankun stood in the void with the smile of a cat toying with mice on his face.

Even when the attacks reached him, he did not move in the slightest.

All manner of attacks struck Venerable King Qiankun, erupting in deafening explosions.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, not even the corner of Venerable King Qiankun's robe had been damaged. Only the demonic aura around him had faded slightly.

"H-How is that possible?"

A female disciple's voice trembled as her jade hairpin magical treasure fell from her hand.

Venerable King Qiankun threw back his head and laughed.

"Tianlan Holy Land's core disciples are inferior even to the watchdogs my sect raises!"

He slowly lifted the ordinary-looking wooden sword in his hand. Suddenly, a blood-red light erupted from its blade, chilling everyone to the bone.

"Not good! Retreat!"

The leading disciple's expression changed drastically as he roared hoarsely.

But it was already too late.

Venerable King Qiankun casually swung his wooden sword, sending a fan-shaped streak of blood-red sword qi spreading outward.

Wherever the sword qi passed, fine cracks appeared in space itself.

The sounds of flesh bursting rang out one after