Qingwei Mountain, the gateway to the Zhi Xu Sect.
Jia Shen stood here with a gloomy face, as more than a dozen Zhi Xu Sect disciples stood ready in stern formation, looking extremely vigilant.
"Does your Sect Leader Chen intend to play the turtle, shrinking its head back into its shell?" The leader of Divine Monkey Village, a Secret Sixth Rank Loose Cultivator, was seething with intense rage.
Peng Kang was his subordinate, meant to be his future general controlling the entire region of the Six Mountains, yet now he had inexplicably exploded.
And right in front of him, splattering his face with blood.
This was clearly a provocation!
Yet, alongside his fury, Jia Shen also felt a tinge of joy, for he finally had a legitimate reason to act against the Zhi Xu Sect.
As a Secret Sixth Rank with over a century of life, he coveted the martial texts that might still exist within the Zhi Xu Sect.
