In the main hall, many Perfected Immortals tasted the blood peaches while watching the five City Lords teach Lin Lei and his sister a lesson. They would chuckle, discuss and toast each other merrily.
At this moment, a gentle breeze blew by, and many cultivators couldn't help but shiver.
After cultivating to the True Immortal Realm, not to mention the cold wind, even if it was some kind of peerless divine ability, it would be hard for them to react.
"Bloody hell, what's going on?"
A cultivator mumbled.
Suddenly, that person caught sight of a purple robe fluttering past him from the corner of his eye.
He raised his head instinctively and caught sight of a purple-robed man walking past him.
The purple-robed man wore a cold silver mask and looked a little strange, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.
"Who are you?"
The Perfected Immortal shouted instinctively.
Suddenly, the purple-robed man stopped in his tracks and turned around. His cold silver mask was facing that person and the eyes behind the mask were looking at the jade plate on the table.
On the jade plate, there was a half-bitten blood peach.
"Is the peach delicious?"
Suddenly, the purple-robed man asked.
The Perfected Immortal expert felt goosebumps from the purple-robed man's gaze. For some reason, he felt guilty and replied instinctively, "Y-Yes, it's delicious."
Piak!
Suddenly, Wu Dao's true body raised his hand and slapped that person on the face.
Before the Perfected Immortal could react, his head was smashed and exploded instantly. His Essence Spirit was destroyed and he died on the spot!
Another Perfected Immortal at the side was tasting the blood peach when he suddenly realized that his face was splattered with hot blood. He raised his head instinctively.
"You!"
That person glared at the purple-robed man with widened eyes. Just as he was about to question, he only managed to say a single word before the purple-robed man's palm slapped down!
It was too fast!
Piak!
That person felt a sharp pain in his head before his vision turned dark and he lost consciousness.
Right in front of everyone, the Perfected Immortal's head was smashed by the purple-robed man.
In the blink of an eye, two Perfected Immortals were dead on the spot!
After killing two True Immortals in a row, the purple-robed man did not seem to realize it at all. It was as if he had just stepped on two ants and continued forward.
Let alone the other True Immortals in the grand hall, even Song Xuan and the other City Lords, Lin Lei and Lin Luo turned to look over.
"Who are you? How dare you come to my Lang Feng City and behave atrociously!"
The two Perfected Immortals leaped up with murderous intent. A halo of light bloomed behind their heads as they activated their Dao Fruits and summoned their psychic magic treasures, charging towards the purple-robed man.
The purple-robed man did not stop. He waved his hand lightly as if he was driving away mosquitoes.
The two Perfected Immortals suddenly froze in mid-air, not moving at all!
Sizzle!
In the next moment, in front of everyone's eyes, the bodies of the two Perfected Immortals seemed to have been sliced in half from the middle by an invisible, sharp blade. Blood gushed out and countless stinky organs flowed out, scattering all over the ground!
Hiss!
Many Perfected Immortals' pupils constricted as they gasped.
To be able to cultivate to this level, they had lived for hundreds of thousands of years. Naturally, they had seen countless storms.
But this was the first time they had seen such a scene in their lives!
The ones who had died were not ants, but Perfected Immortals like them!
And the process of this purple-robed man killing Perfected Immortals was so effortless, as if he was blowing off dust!
The purple-robed man stepped over the corpses of the two Perfected Immortals and passed through a bloody mist. However, there was not a single speck of blood on his body. He was surrounded by the aura of the netherworld, as if he was an emissary from the depths of hell!
Everyone could feel that the power released by this purple-robed man did not exceed the True Self Realm. In other words, this person was not an Immortal King.
It was also because of this that many Perfected Immortals were calm and did not panic too much.
After all, there were thousands of Perfected Immortals in the grand hall.
Moreover, there were the City Lords of the five Immortal Cities!
Although the City Lords of the five Immortal Cities felt a little shaken, they quickly calmed down.
The True Self Realm was divided into the Consolidation Realm, Heavenly Human Realm, Kong Ming Realm, and Insightful Void Realm.
Just Now, the four Perfected Immortals who had died had not exceeded the Heavenly Human Realm. There was a huge gap between them and peak Perfected Immortals.
The gap between them and the five of them was like heaven and earth.
Moreover, this was Lang Feng City, one of the five Immortal Cities of the Jade Firmament Immortal Realm. What could this person do?
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "How should I address you, Fellow Daoist? Are you here for the Lin siblings? "
Lin Lei frowned and exchanged a look with Lin Luo. Both of them were confused.
They had no impression of this purple-robed man.
The purple-robed man said indifferently, "You captured my people, but you don't recognize me?"
"You are …"
Song Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed drastically.
"I am Araki Takeshi!"
Wu Dao's true body opened his mouth and spat out these four words.
These four words instantly caused an uproar among the crowd in the hall. Many Perfected Immortals were shocked, and their expressions were uncertain.
"This …"
Lin Lei was also stunned on the spot. A look of disbelief appeared in his eyes as he muttered softly, "He really dares to come?"
"Araki Takeshi from the Demonic Domain!"
"So he is Araki Takeshi with the silver mask. I should have known."
"How is it possible? How dare Araki Takeshi come? Is he really not afraid of death?"
The Perfected Immortals' expressions were solemn as they placed their palms on their storage bags. They did not dare to be careless as they released their Divine Sense to search around.
Everyone thought that if Araki Takeshi had arrived, he would have brought his army of Demonic Cultivators with him.
Song Xuan and the other lords of the five Immortal Cities were also constantly searching, but they did not find any traces of Demonic Cultivators.
"Tell me, how many people did you bring?"
Young Master Lantian waved his folding fan and asked coldly.
"I alone am enough to kill all of you."
Wu Dao's tone was indifferent, as if he was stating an irrefutable fact.
"Hahahaha!"
Hong Shan could not hold it in any longer. With a loud laugh, he suddenly raised the one-legged copper man and pointed it at the Martial Dao True Body, almost poking his face.
Wu Dao's body did not move, nor did he dodge. It was as if he could not feel the threat of this one-legged bronze statue.
"Araki Takeshi, who do you think you are?"
Hong Shan sneered, "Even the Supreme Immortals of the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain, the Supreme Arhat of the Pure Land, and the Supreme True Devil of the Demonic Domain would not dare to boast like this!"
"If I smash this bronze statue, your head will be smashed into pieces. How many lives do you have left?"
Wu Dao's body did not answer. Behind the silver mask, two rays of divine light suddenly burst out from his eyes, dazzling and blinding!
"Oh no!"
Hong Shan was shocked and subconsciously raised the one-legged bronze statue, wanting to stop Wu Dao's body.
Wu Dao's body stepped forward and raised his hand to punch!
Bang!
This punch hit the chest of the one-legged bronze statue.
Hong Shan's body trembled as his eyes widened. He only felt a destructive and terrifying force crazily enter his body through the one-legged bronze statue.
His palm was torn and blood flowed out. He could not hold the one-legged bronze statue at all. His entire arm could not feel!
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