They were all dressed in white Daoist robes embroidered with gold edges, faces young yet inherently arrogant, but now their eyes were red.
"Though our cultivation is not as advanced as his, we outnumber him dozens of times. I refuse to believe we can't defeat him!"
The leading disciple held a bronze spear, its tip emitting a blinding green light.
The other disciples responded in kind, each summoning their lifebound magical treasure.
They launched their attack towards the Qiankun Venerate King.
Though these disciples were only Nascent Soul Realm, their combined might was enough to change the very color of the heavens.
The Qiankun Venerate King stood in the void, with a cat-and-mouse smile on his face.
Even as the attacks approached, he remained unmoved.
Various attacks fell upon Qiankun Venerate King, exploding in deafening roars.
When the dust settled, Qiankun Venerate King's robe was not even scratched, only the Demonic Qi swirling around him had slightly thinned.
