Yuwen Bujing now wielded the high-tier mystic grade Seven-Kill Spear Technique, and the Phoenix-Winged Gilt Trident in his hands was a mid-grade spirit artifact. As he swung it, it whipped up a fierce wind.
For this assault on the island, he would command two detachments under him, forming the Suspended Skull Battle Formation. They could kill even a Foundation Establishment middle stage cultivator.
After admonishing these Demon Guards and Demon Envoys, Lin Changsheng returned to the cabin and entered a fine room. His expression turned deeply respectful as he asked cautiously:
"My lord, with us making such a grand show, will the Golden Core True Persons of Cold Mountain Temple on Earth Zen Island send anyone to stop us? We're causing quite a stir this time!"
Qing Chen toyed with the Pojun White Bone Banner in his hand and sneered. "I've already thought that through, and I've sent them a brief message.
"If they wanted to stop us, they would have done so already. Now that we're only one or two thousand li from Xuanchi Island, why would they bother stopping us?
"I'm not here to make trouble for Cold Mountain Temple, but to eradicate these remnants of the Impermanence Sect and Blackwood Island!
"They've spent more than a decade burning, killing, and plundering along the borders of my Azure Wave Archipelago. Their sins would pile higher than Xuanchi Island itself. Even those monks of Cold Mountain Temple can find no fault with that!
"If they lose their minds and truly dare to interfere, I'll kill them too. Dragon-Seal Vajra isn't on Earth Zen Island. All that remains is a Golden Core early stage Dharma Master."
A trace of worry flashed through Lin Changsheng's eyes. Lowering his voice, he said, "That Mysterious Altar True Person is a cunning old fox.