"Eh? Someone else is coming!" Zhang Qingxiao raised a brow, tucked the long banner into his robes, and with a flicker of his body, seemed to tear open the void and slip inside, vanishing without a trace!
Not long afterward, several late Foundation Establishment cultivators indeed came sneaking over. They too landed within the black hole, unleashing one secret technique after another in an attempt to break the formation!
"Hmph. If you lot could break it, even I would laugh!" Zhang Qingxiao poked out half his head for a casual look, then sneered. "It is your good fortune if you cannot break it. If you do break it, you will be the first to lose your lives!"
Then Zhang Qingxiao's lips curled again. With a wave of his hand, he took out several dozen Fireball Talismans and flung them into the air.
With a thunderous boom, Zhang Qingxiao's shrill voice rang out again. "Someone's stealing Quanjin Mountain's spirit stones! Someone's stealing Quanjin Mountain's spirit stones!"
"Quick, go take a look!" In the distance, a group of Bright Sword Sixth Grade swordsmen were on patrol. Hearing the commotion from Quanjin Mountain, they immediately flew over on their swords!
The several late Foundation Establishment cultivators inside the black hole rushed out with dark faces. Their divine senses swept outward, and when they saw so many swordsmen flying toward them, their expressions changed drastically. Without time for another word, they scattered in all directions like stray dogs!
"Hahaha!" Zhang Qingxiao had long since flown into the distance. Watching those late Foundation Establishment cultivators being hunted down, he laughed so hard that he clutched his stomach and nearly fell from midair, tears about to spill from his eyes... Time passed quickly. Day after day, month after month—close one's eyes and open them, and a