The people of Immortal Mountain had never imagined that a Ling sent to stop them would be defeated in an instant.
Qin Hao was brought straight to Meng Chuan and the others.
Who the hell could have seen that coming?
Both were Lings, yet one had failed to block even a single move and had been shaken to death on the spot.
It was simply inconceivable, a tremendous blow to everything they thought they knew.
Now the people of Immortal Mountain had a new task: instead of preventing Meng Chuan and his companions from taking Qin Hao, they had to take him back.
Meng Chuan and his companions, meanwhile, needed to fight their way out of Immortal Mountain with Qin Hao.
"Insolent wretch! Return the Qin's Heavenly Prodigy at once!"
Nameless Deity Number Two roared and appeared before Meng Chuan and the others in an instant.
Several other figures with exceptionally powerful auras arrived as well.
With several Lings descending upon the scene, Immortal Mountain had brought out nearly all its divine reserves.
If Qin Hao was truly taken away, every one of them would be punished.
What did it matter that they were Lings? In matters involving the Immortal Heavenly Venerable, they were no different from Mortals.
"You dare come to Immortal Mountain and run wild? No one in heaven or on earth can save you!"
Meng Chuan glanced at the Lings. Weaklings, every last one. He could crush the whole mountain of them with a single finger.
Heaven did not fail those who endured hardship.
He had put in so much effort to advance to Linghood and cultivate three strands of Emperor Qi. Naturally, ordinary Lings like these could not threaten him.
His hard-earned sweat had brought a rich reward!
Qin Hao had quieted down. He was torn,