When I get back to Shouyang Mountain and see the Old Man of the Moon, I have to ask what's going on with my mother!
She's locked up in Wa Huang Palace, and her true body can't move, but she could at least send down an avatar! The Wu-Yao Tribulation is almost here, and there's still not even a shadow of her.
As Liu Mang made his plans, he suddenly sensed a ripple in the surrounding spiritual energy. Tracing it to its source, he discovered a battle ten million li away.
Powerful cultivators are fighting up ahead! Who could it be at a time like this?
Liu Mang lowered his head in thought for a moment, then hurried toward the disturbance. From afar, he saw Kunpeng and Hong Yun locked in combat. He quickly formed the Shangqing Invisibility Magic Arts, concealed himself in the air, and secretly watched.
Boom!
After another collision, the two pulled apart again. They seemed evenly matched, but Hong Yun's breathing was noticeably more hurried and had lost its rhythm.
"Hong Yun, oh, Hong Yun. Without Zhen Yuanzi, you're nothing. All you can do is cling to life in my hands." Kunpeng looked at Hong Yun with disdain, his words dripping with contempt.
Though he was deliberately provoking Hong Yun, he also wanted to coax Zhen Yuanzi's whereabouts out of him.
Hong Yun sneered, completely unmoved by Kunpeng's taunts.
After seeing Liu Mang latch onto powerful backers all over Hong Huang, Hong Yun had long since figured it out. As long as I'm a badass, what business is it of yours why I'm a badass?
"Kunpeng, you and I are old fossils who've lived in Hong Huang for hundreds of millions of years. If you think those words can provoke me, you're far too naive."
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