Du Xiang stood in the air, looking down at the rolling mountains and shimmering lakes below, unable to tell where Mu Bai and Xing Yun were hiding.
Of the other two, one was a Flesh Body Xiu Zun and the other a Soul Cultivator Xiu Zun. Neither possessed Divine Sense as strong as Du Xiang's, so naturally, they could discern no flaw either.
Furious, Du Xiang gritted his teeth and shouted, conjuring thunder and fire that filled the sky, intending to launch a wide-ranging, indiscriminate attack to force the two out of hiding.
"Du Xiang, you mustn't! A disturbance like this will surely alert the Lingze Garrison. A true Dao Zun cultivator is bound to come investigate!"
Du Xiang naturally understood this. Only his momentary fury had driven him to consider such a poor strategy.
Du Xiang was desperate to kill Mu Bai, afraid that once he grew rapidly in strength, the tribe would be unable to withstand the flames of his vengeance. Mu Bai was also like Du Xiang's nemesis: every encounter left him thwarted at every turn, beset by one misfortune after another.
In truth, the Eastern Nether Great Tribe already lacked the strength to withstand Mu Bai's vengeance. The Mu Lan Pavilion's current strength in the Eastern Ridge alone was enough to destroy the Eastern Nether Great Tribe countless times over!
Unless a reclusive Dao Zun who never ventured into the world presided over the Eastern Nether Great Tribe.
A single Dao Zun could stand against countless thousands of cultivators.
However, Mu Bai had no intention of using the Mu Lan Pavilion's strength. He wanted to slaughter the Eastern Nether Great Tribe with his own hands. With the Beast Tide invading, internal strife among the Human Race was unacceptable, so Mu Bai had chosen to endure for