"Ah!! Save me!!"
"Run quickly!"
"He's too strong, we're no match for him!"
In a certain area of the Fangsu District, seven cultivators with different colors of spiritual light flickering across their bodies were desperately fleeing using their flying magical artifacts.
Each of them was drenched in blood, their clothes torn, and they kept looking behind in fear.
There, a young cultivator with a long face, dressed in a black and white Daoist robe, stood smiling on a delicate flying boat, leisurely following the seven.
His relaxed demeanor and movements were like herding sheep.
"Damn it, why can't we stay in the Fangsu District?" a cultivator shouted in grief and indignation.
"He doesn't want us entering the True Monarch Blessed Land? Wants to monopolize its benefits!" another cultivator said angrily.
"The True Monarch Blessed Land doesn't belong to your Two Forms Sect or Taiyi Sect.
What right do you have to drive others away and snatch the opportunities that belong to us?"
