Bai Ze soared through the clouds toward the place where Xuan Qing was crossing tribulation. Fifty imperial guards stood together, and together with nine dragons, they quickly attracted the attention of eight Golden Immortal monks.
"Someone's coming!"
"Hiss—nine dragons pulling a carriage, who has such grandeur?"
"Those people and dragons are at least at the True Immortal Realm in cultivation!"
"Trouble now..."
"Don't worry, the Tathāgata is now a prominent sovereign known throughout the world, surely the other party wouldn't dare to hassle us."
The eight Golden Immortal monks discussed among themselves.
Xuan Qing, who was undergoing the body tempering of heavenly thunder, also sensed the arrival of Qin Jun and others. For some reason, he began to feel an inexplicable sense of dread.
A strong sense of unease shrouded his heart.
Boom—
Another colossal bolt of heavenly thunder descended, tearing his flesh apart and instantly covering his body in fresh blood.
