Meanwhile, in a mountain valley hundreds of miles away...
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!"
"Boom, boom, boom!!!!!"
Massive beams of white light relentlessly pursued a cultivator. Dazzling azure light shone from his body as he darted about at astonishing speed. The enormous long fan magic treasure in his hand blazed with brilliant azure light, and he suddenly swung it with all his strength toward a flickering figure of white light!
"Whoooosh!!!!!!" With that mighty sweep of the fan, countless streaks of azure light erupted, forming a tornado nearly a hundred zhang tall. Everywhere the storm passed, it swept up countless rocks, sand, and dust, roaring toward the white-lit figure. In an instant, it was almost upon him.
"Hah!!!!" The white-lit figure roared, white light flashing all over his body. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! A dazzling series of flashes skimmed across the ground, and within a few movements, he had darted to the other side. Within the white light was a pale, plump cultivator dressed as a monk-none other than Dong Santong. His opponent was actually the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from that group of Fire Dragon Palace cultivators. Who knew how long they had fought since encountering each other? There was still no sign of a victor.
Several miles away from those two, Zhang Facai was wielding his Dragonhead Ingot spirit treasure in a fierce battle with another Nascent Soul cultivator. Although Zhang Facai possessed considerable divine abilities, defeating this mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was still exceedingly difficult. Dong Santong had originally encountered this group from the Fire Dragon Palace first. That brat had been so outrageously bold that he had killed their Golden Core Stage cultivator. Naturally, the two Nascent Soul cultivators leading the group refused to let that slide and pursued Dong Santong, attacking him. The battle had reached