Spirit Officer Wang Shan

It's not uncommon for players to form alliances during major events.

Kong Ning had been secretly considering forming an alliance after being eliminated in the Kunlun arena, but Zhang Xuezhou refused to back down.

Inside the Wind Cave, Zhang Xuezhou and Vishnu forged a temporary cooperation agreement while also searching for another hidden figure.

"A man named Meng Feiqing has been eliminated. I heard he was a Jia Chen Divine General of the Immortal Court Immortal Court, one of the top experts of the new generation in recent years. The one who remained is more capable than him!"

Barring unforeseen circumstances, the main rivals at the Centennial Pact Gathering will be members of the three major factions.

Only three cultivators remained in the Wind Cave: Zhang Xuezhou from Kunlun, Vishnu from the Western Sect, and an unknown cultivator from the Immortal Court.

"These people from the Immortal Court are all wearing iron masks; no one knows their true appearance, or whether they've been replaced. We'll only be told when they're eliminated or when the competition ends!"

Zhang Xuezhou responded in a low voice.

Having learned the situation from Vishnu, Zhang Xuezhou encountered the opponent he least wanted to face.

If it's a familiar opponent, these people will have a sense of awe towards him, but as soon as the opponent changes, the intimidation he previously built will be completely halved.

"I was stuck in the wind and exhausted too much energy, so let's go together!"

Seeing Vishnu eagerly relying on him, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but offer a reminder, indicating that defeating the Immortal Court contestants required teamwork, and that he himself didn't have much skill left after all this time.

"I refuse to believe that the people of the Immortal Court are made of iron; they can't possibly stop us!"

Vishnu spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his face displaying an expression of complete confidence.

With Zhang Xuezhou, a master who had fought six people in a row, he felt that things were very stable. If he were to coordinate a sneak attack, Vishnu believed that no one from the Immortal Court could withstand him.

"We still need to be careful, lest we capsize unexpectedly!"

Zhang Xuezhou gave a warning and followed behind Vishnu in the search for people.

"The Immortal Court hasn't had many young masters in recent years," Vishnu said. "I've heard that their new generation of masters are named Dingjia, totaling twelve. Although these twelve are all skilled, their strength is inferior to ours!"

"How have you managed to hold on until now, even though you're not quite as good as me?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Maybe... maybe he cheated!"

Vishnu pondered for a few seconds and, putting himself in others' shoes, gave an answer.

His answer clearly displeased Zhang Xuezhou.

"I'll attack head-on, and you'll provide support and launch surprise attacks from the flanks. We must seize the opportunity to secure victory with a single strike," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Don't worry, Holy Son, leave things to me. I'm not bragging, but everyone I've attacked has cursed me," Vishnu said, patting his chest.

"You really are amazing!"

Zhang Xuezhou offered a half-hearted compliment, as he genuinely found it difficult to understand Vishnu's pride in launching a sneak attack.

Zhang Xuezhou also enjoys ambushes, acknowledging their convenience and speed, but he sees nothing to be proud of. After all, he's not that shameless, and he certainly wouldn't make it a part of his cultivation philosophy.

But Zhang Xuezhou must say that if something is done to the extreme, it will be very impressive. He doesn't praise Vishnu, but he has to acknowledge Vishnu's authority.

"For example, if we were to launch a surprise attack on the cultivators of the Immortal Court, how would you plan to do it?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"That's easy. We just need to pretend to fight, and he might watch the show. Then we'll have a chance to fire a bullet at him," Vishnu said.

"Great idea!"

"But please don't actually hit me, I'll die if you do!"

Zhang Xuezhou gave a thumbs-up, while Vishnu quickly offered his explanation.

"OK!"

Zhang Xuezhou vouched for him and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Just as Vishnu was wondering what powerful move Zhang Xuezhou was about to unleash, he heard Zhang Xuezhou shout loudly, the sound reverberating throughout the Wind Cave.

Vishnu, I see you!

"Don't go, I've come to find you!"

Vishnu, I have come, do not leave!

The sound drifted everywhere.

Without the influence of the wind, Zhang Xuezhou's voice was clear and far-reaching.

"Isn't that what you shouted when you were chasing after Brahma?"

Vishnu was stunned for a moment, and only after Zhang Xuezhou gave him a push did he stumble forward and run.

"Damn your ancestors for eight generations, what are you doing chasing me again?"

Vishnu could only walk away, cursing as he went.

Occasionally, he would even throw a punch at the air behind him.

Zhang Xuezhou, on the other hand, also swung his long sleeves and slapped, producing a dull, metallic clang that sent a chill down Vishnu's spine, fearing he might be struck by Zhang Xuezhou.

"You said it was all an act, why did you go so far? Are you always this violent when you're acting?"

As Vishnu fled ahead, his mind filled with many distracting thoughts, Zhang Xuezhou chased after him, coughing and cursing all the way.

"You bastard Vishnu, you actually tried to poison me with Soul-Severing Powder! Don't let me catch you!"

"Hahaha, you've eaten three pounds of my Soul-Severing Powder, even the most patient person can't take it anymore!"

The familiar, pungent smell filled Vishnu's nostrils, and his fear intensified.

Vishnu's sneak attacks are sudden and swift, catching opponents off guard and causing them to fall victim. Zhang Xuezhou's sneak attack, on the other hand, is truly a low-level, weapon-based sneak attack.

Seeing the other party scattering Soul-Severing Powder haphazardly in the wind cave, Vishnu knew that the other party was carrying a considerable amount.

As they traveled further, Vishnu and Zhang Xuezhou drew ever closer to the Wind Cavern area where the Immortal Court cultivators were located.

Neither of them knew where the other was hiding.

Vishnu could only run through the darkness following his past memories, while Zhang Xuezhou scattered Soul-Severing Powder from behind, trying to use this powder to make the opponent reveal his whereabouts.

"Cough cough cough~"

They continued their journey, constantly battling the pseudo-humans, without revealing any trace of the Immortal Court's cultivators.

It wasn't until the wind picked up again, scattering the Soul-Severing Powder that Zhang Xuezhou had spread, that the unbearable coughing of the Immortal Court cultivators could be heard.

Vishnu, go to hell!

"Zhang Shengzi, you've gone too far!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and Vishnu responded with a shout of his own, and the two of them rushed toward the area where the coughing was coming from.

Even when they were still several feet apart, Vishnu plucked a short pestle into his right palm, and his body vanished from the spot in an instant.

"Hey, don't run!"

Zhang Xuezhou reached out and grabbed, and heard the sound of metal clashing from several feet away. Vishnu had already clashed with his opponent.

"You... Vishnu... cough cough cough!"

Caught off guard by Vishnu's sneak attack, the Immortal Court master barely managed to parry before swearing as well, clearly having been badly injured by Vishnu; even his cough was accompanied by a string of curses.

"You bastard Vishnu, how dare you use such methods!"

Zhang Xuezhou also shouted loudly, and threw out the bottle of Soul-Severing Powder in his hand.

Freed from his protective grasp, the bottle containing the Soul-Severing Powder was shattered to pieces, bottle and powder alike.

"Damn Western Sect, all they know is to use these low-class things... cough cough cough!"

As the wind blew, the Soul-Severing Powder spun back and forth, breaking into even smaller particles that permeated almost every part of the space, even causing Zhang Xuezhou to feel a burning sensation on his body.

He shook his body, and the power brought by the Dust-Avoiding Technique had some of its passive effects, but it was quickly engulfed by the Soul-Severing Powder carried by Bifeng, which even penetrated the gaps in the Divine Seal Robe and thus stained his body.

If he is in such a condition, then it goes without saying that the physical condition of Vishnu and the Immortal Court monks is even more concerning.

To Zhang Xuezhou's surprise, the cultivator from the Immortal Court was indeed highly skilled.

Even after being subjected to these low-down tactics, the other party did not fall.

In the darkness, a streak of dark light swirled back and forth, then multiplied into two, two into four, four into eight...

In just a few moments, Zhang Xuezhou's eyes were completely filled with dark light.

"Smack!"

When the dark light swept down on his body, he stumbled and lost his balance, falling directly to the ground.

Wang Shan greets the two fellow Daoists!

"Is it the spirit official Wang Shan?"

The three clashed in the wind, and after the Immortal Court cultivator stopped coughing, he formally announced his name, which startled Vishnu.

"You are the gatekeeper of the Lingxiao Palace!"

When Vishnu added another sentence, Zhang Xuezhou finally understood Wang Shan's true identity.

The position of gatekeeper may not sound high-ranking, but just think about how the new emperor invited Li Guang and Cheng Bushi to serve as the chief guards of the Weiyang Palace and Changle Palace when he ascended the throne, in order to safeguard the safety of the palace. This will show you the importance of the position.

In the Immortal Court, the gatekeeper of the Lingxiao Palace is of the highest rank, representing the face of the Immortal Court, and only the most powerful military officers can hold this position.