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“Eh!!!”
On a low hill nearly ten miles away from White Jade Mountain, a Nascent Soul Ancestor from Lingbao Pavilion and a dozen Golden Core Period Stewards had noticed the launch of the Hengneng Cannon long ago.
However, they were just as perplexed now, watching the beam of light dissipate. All of them felt a stirring in their minds and rose into the air, their expressions fixed as they stared ahead.
“Buzz!!!”
Suddenly, a colorless and transparent wave emanated from the battlefield between the master of White Jade Mountain and his enemy.
In the blink of an eye, the wave reached them, but Wu Yongli did not sense anything amiss. Just as he was filled with doubt, he suddenly felt a jolt throughout his body, and his face turned pale. The dozen or so Golden Core Stage cultivators beside him plummeted to the ground like dumplings.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Each one of them turned pale, blood oozing from their seven orifices. Although they were not dead, their condition was even more chilling. Wu Yongli, this Nascent Soul Ancestor, felt a wave of cold wash over him.
At that moment, he could not afford to think too much; any impulse to trouble the master of White Jade Mountain vanished. Instead, he began to ponder how he could appease this ‘Powerful Being.’
Powerful Being!
Indeed, it was a Powerful Being.
Otherwise, how could he feel such vibrations from ten miles away? The Golden Core Stage subordinates were inexplicably gravely injured—how could that not chill him to the bone?
Suddenly, he raised his head sharply, his face showing horror.
“Since you have come, do not leave.” Ye Kai's tone was calm yet carried an air of arrogance, as if he regarded the heroes below as inconsequential.
He indeed had the capability, as evidenced by the recent attack from the supersonic weapon that had already injured Aoyou Lie, leaving the stone palace-shaped artifact in his hand severely damaged.
A crack had formed in the gray stone hall, splitting down the middle like a building after an earthquake.
If it were only that, Aoyou Lie would still be willing to fight; even if he couldn't win, he could at least escape.
He had that confidence.
And he truly could achieve it.
But upon seeing the sudden appearance of a Metal Frame, with a sphere glowing in concentric circles that sent ripples through the surrounding air, his expression changed drastically, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
This was the terrifying artifact that made him feel as if he couldn't breathe.
In his lifetime, he had faced many foes, but none compared to what was on White Jade Mountain.
Even the Three Corpse Elder, who had entangled him for five hundred years, was inferior in this regard.
His heart raced; although his long-standing pride and arrogance made it hard for him to accept such a tone, he knew that the person before him was clearly not one for idle chatter. After delivering a single sentence, they fell silent.
Thus, he could only wait—and he had to wait. Otherwise, even if he survived, all his cultivation would likely go to waste.
In the blink of an eye, a Silver Metal Sphere approached with a series of piercing sounds.
With a crack, the sphere split into four petals, separating by seven or eight meters. A hum resonated as it formed a Light Blue Barrier.
On the screen appeared the face of a young man, calmly sipping from a crystal cup filled with a blue liquor.
"Why are you causing trouble for me when I have nothing to do with the Jiaolong Clan?" Ye Kai's voice echoed in the air.
As soon as he appeared, the space around him and the mountains below became eerily cold. Aoyou Lie understood that this was a fear that surged from the depths of his soul, as if facing an enemy.
"The other party doesn't take the Nascent Soul Stage Jiaolong Clan seriously at all!"
"He doesn't fear me, nor does he regard the Jiaolong Clan with any respect!"
Thinking of this, Aoyou Lie's pupils suddenly constricted, and his whole body trembled. He recalled the man's words: "This king?!"
Could it be one of the supreme beings from the Seven Great Royal Families?!
Damn it!!!
This is bad!!!
Aoyou Lie's face turned pale. He realized that he had definitely kicked a steel plate this time.
On another mountain peak, Wu Yongli shared the same thoughts. This Ancestor of the Nascent Soul Stage also wore a look of horror on his face, silently lamenting his fate. At this moment, he dared not make any sudden moves.
If he caused this unknown king from some race to think he was trying to escape or call for reinforcements, his fate would likely be no better.
Thinking this way, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Channeling his magic power, he gathered a dozen Subordinates and headed toward White Jade Mountain.
There was no choice; even if not for himself, he had to consider his precious grandson. This was their sole lineage, and by this generation, their numbers had become increasingly sparse.
In Wu Shao's generation, there was only him left as a male heir in such a large family! The entire clan had only this one male descendant!!!
For thousands of years, the Lingbao Pavilion had already become a significant force in the Boundless Sea. Even if it wasn't at the very top, it was still a first-rate power.
Yet, in this generation, such a glorious force found itself unable to produce a single male heir, no matter how many wives and concubines its descendants took.
As a result, the entire vast Lingbao Pavilion and the Wu Family, from the Separation Period Ancestor down to Wu Shao's sisters and brothers, were all spoiled by countless affections, which had fostered this child's arrogant character.
Although there was usually nothing amiss, somehow he had unwittingly provoked this individual.
If his suspicions were true, it seemed that this time would bring about quite a few complications.
Wu Yongli slowly exhaled, deeply sighing within: "I hope the original owner of White Jade Mountain can step in and mediate; otherwise, this time might be difficult."
"Royal Family!!!"
The earlier captivating sensation that shook his soul not only made it hard to concentrate but also gave him an unsettling feeling of being drawn out of his body. He certainly did not want to experience that again.
"You are here looking for that fellow, right? Don't worry; I haven't done much to him. He was just injured earlier and is recovering here. He should be fine."
As Wu Yongli stepped into the courtyard, seeing Wu Shao and Wu Shan collapsed on the soft couch nearby, he felt a sudden chill in his heart. He quickly pushed aside other thoughts and was about to speak when he heard those words, instantly feeling somewhat relieved.
As long as he was safe.
"Thank you, senior!"
Wu Yongli took a step forward but felt an immediate tightening around him as if countless chains had appeared out of nowhere to bind him. A chill ran through him as he hurriedly clasped his hands: "I am Wu Yongli, the current head of the Lingbao Pavilion Wu Family. I am immensely grateful for your assistance, senior. If you do not mind, I hope you can visit Lingbao Pavilion; my Wu Family will surely repay you generously!"
His demeanor caught not only Ye Kai's attention but also Aoyou Lie's.
However, the thoughts of the two were different. Ye Kai, filled with curiosity, couldn't help but chuckle, while Aoyou Lie stood quietly by, deeply resonating with the situation and waiting for what would come next.
"The terrifying power far exceeds the Nascent Soul Stage!"
If a Separation Stage cultivator wanted to deal with them, it was possible, but it would definitely require a grand display. Yet right now!!!
In just a moment, an overwhelming aura and boundless Spiritual Energy locked onto them tightly, making it clear that the presence here was far stronger than they had imagined—by several times, even tenfold.
How could anyone not at the Separation Stage directly mobilize such immense Earth Spirit Energy to form a domain?
Aoyou Lie and Wu Yongli exchanged glances, both feeling a sense of dread and bitterness in their hearts. They never expected that the 'enemy' they encountered this time would be a Powerful Being far beyond the Separation Stage.
This was no longer something that could be described as mere 'bad luck'...
(To be continued.)
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