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Chang Shan, who had been about to attack, immediately looked toward Jiang Song and the others when he heard Wang Lian shouting.

Jiang Song's expression was utterly grim. He had never imagined that the man from before was actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator. This time, he had kicked an iron plate.

It was not just Jiang Song. The people beside him who had mocked Chen Feng earlier were also showing shock and fear.

Jiang Song came from a major power and could afford not to care about a Nascent Soul Cultivator, but the others were different. The strongest cultivators in their respective powers were only at the Nascent Soul realm.

If they offended an old Nascent Soul monster outside, it would be fine if he gave their powers some face. But if he did not, their powers would not intervene even if they were beaten to death.

The woman surnamed Yu, who had mocked Chen Feng all along, also turned somewhat pale.

She had not expected this outcome either. She had originally wanted to watch Chen Feng kneel and beg for mercy.

Who could have imagined that he was actually an old Nascent Soul monster?

The woman surnamed Yu then looked pitifully at Jiang Song beside her. Of all these people, only Jiang Song came from a top power. Protecting her should not be a problem.

But Jiang Song had no time to pay her any attention now. He cupped his fists toward Chang Shan in the distance and said:

"Senior, this man has nothing to do with me. He brought it on himself by offending that senior."

What a joke. Jiang Song would not antagonize a Nascent Soul Cultivator for Wang Lian's sake. He was no fool.

Wang Lian was instantly filled with despair when he heard this. His