After that, Xue Rong invited Mo Wen to stay at the Xue Clan while they waited for the opening of the Green Azure Ancient Land. However, Mo Wen declined Xue Rong's good intentions. After all, he was in the inner city and the Xue Clan could contact him at any time.
Xue Rong knew that Mo Wen had not completely trusted the Xue Clan, so he did not mind. After agreeing on a time and secret method of contact, they went their separate ways.
At the same time, in the distant Tian Peng Race...
"What?! That b * stard Mo Wen isn't dead yet. How is that possible? "
In the Tian Peng Race's Holy Land, lightning filled the sky and dark clouds surged. It seemed like the entire world was about to collapse. A terrifying aura crazily spread out, covering the entire Tian Peng Race's territory. 10,000 kilometers, 100,000 kilometers, 500,000 kilometers, 10 million kilometers … all the way to the ocean.
Countless ancient beasts in the ocean trembled, crawling on the seabed, not daring to move at all. Their eyes were filled with fear.
The Tian Peng Race's territory was also in chaos. Who wouldn't fear the Old Ancestor's divine might? The people of the Sky Roc Race all turned pale. They didn't know what was happening. The Sky Roc Race's ancestor was a legend to many ordinary Sky Roc clansmen. It had been passed down from generation to generation, and many people had never seen the ancestor in their entire lives. They only knew that the Sky Roc Race had an ancient and terrifying existence that hadn't appeared for tens of thousands of years.
Ordinary members of the Tian Peng Race lived for only a few hundred to a thousand years. How could they have experienced the might of that ancient ancestor?
However, at this moment, everyone could feel a raging will engulfing the entire world in the depths of the sacred land. The bloodlines of everyone in the Tian Peng race started to boil because of that raging emotion.
"What's going on?"
"What on earth happened? Why is the ancestor so angry?"
"I've been cultivating for more than five thousand years since I was born. I've finally felt the divine might of my ancestor!"
…
The clansmen of the Sky Roc Race all flew out of their caves and stared at the depths of the Sacred Ground. Their eyes were filled with reverence. All the clansmen of the Sky Roc Race revered their ancestor like a god.
Although Peng Wanchao had been killed by Mo Wen, before he died, he had unleashed the Heavenly Roc Clan's bloodline secret technique, using the bloodline as a medium to transmit some information back to the Heavenly Roc Clan.
The news that Mo Wen was not dead quickly reached the ears of Sect Grand Elder Lei Peng.
In the depths of the Sacred Ground's Thunder Sea, a Heaven-Toppling Great Roc was like a demon being born. It spread its huge wings, covering a radius of ten thousand miles.
The old monster Thunder Roc had never imagined that under such circumstances, Mo Wen, a mere Path Integration Realm immortal cultivator, would actually survive! As a mid-stage Great Dao existence, he had all sorts of secret treasures and divine abilities. Yet, he was still severely injured in that kind of situation. How could a Dao Integration Realm ant not die?
"Please calm down, Brother Heavenly Thunder. He's just a Dao Integration Stage junior. There's nothing to worry about."
A faintly discernible voice suddenly rang out from the sea of lightning. A purple-robed elder appeared in the sacred ground. He had a pair of azure wings on his back, and they seemed to fuse together with the boundless sky and earth, as if he was a spirit of the world.
The Sky Peng race's sacred land wasn't something just anyone could enter. Even someone with Peng Wanchao's status would have to ask the race leader for permission before they could enter. Only the Tian Peng Race's Patriarch and a few Grand Elders had the right to freely enter and exit the Holy Land.
The old monster Thunder Roc's name was Peng Tianlei. However, it had been many years since anyone had seen his name. Most people called him the old monster Thunder Roc or Grand Elder Thunder Roc.
The huge old monster Thunder Roc glanced at the purple-robed elder and laughed coldly. "That junior is not simple. He actually survived the spatial storm. I'm afraid that even if you personally appeared, you wouldn't be able to do anything to him. If we don't get rid of him, he will definitely be a huge problem in the future. "
Peng Tianlei knew very well that Mo Wen had been at the center of the storm, while he had only been at the periphery.
He, who had been at the periphery, was already so severely injured. Mo Wen, who was at the center and was only a junior in the Dao Integration Realm, had actually survived. Even he was deeply shocked.
"Is that junior really so powerful?" The purple-robed elder clearly didn't believe it.
As a Great Path Realm immortal cultivator, killing juniors in the Dao Integration Realm was as easy as killing chickens. He, Peng Yufeng, had dominated the Immortal Clouds Sea for so many years. No junior in the Dao Integration Realm had ever dared to offend him.
The purple-robed elder's name was Peng Yufeng. He was another Great Path Realm patriarch of the Tian Peng race. However, he was not of the Thunder Roc bloodline but the Wind Roc bloodline. He was known as Supremacy Yufeng. In the entire Tian Peng race, Supremacy Yufeng might not be the best in terms of combat ability, but in terms of speed, no one in the Tian Peng race could match him.
Peng Tianlei laughed coldly. He would never know how terrifying that brat was unless he had seen him. That brat controlled the power of space and could travel through space as he pleased. Apart from that, his combat body was invincible. His physical body was so strong that it was almost impossible to kill him. He also had many treasures on him. He was much richer than a patriarch of the Tian Peng race. Also, his attainments in the soul were relatively high. Even Peng Tianlei could not see through him.
From the inside to the outside, Mo Wen had no flaws at all. Anyone who treated him as an ordinary Path Integration Realm cultivator would most likely be in trouble.
"A mere Path Integration Realm junior is nothing to worry about. Our Tian Peng race has dominated the Immortal Cloud Sea for countless years and has seen all sorts of situations. Isn't it a joke to be afraid of a junior like him? Brother Tianlei, you are taking this too seriously. "Peng Yufeng shook his head.
"If we don't get rid of this brat, he will certainly be a huge threat to our race."
Peng Tianlei coldly snorted. He knew that as a Great Path Realm immortal cultivator, Peng Yufeng had always been arrogant and thought that everyone below the Great Path Realm was an ant. Hence, he did not think much of Mo Wen. However, he could not let Mo Wen continue to grow. He was already so terrifying now. Once he broke through to the Great Path Realm, he would practically be a disaster for the Tian Peng race. He had to get rid of him as soon as possible to prevent future trouble.
Thinking of this, Peng Tianlei did not want to waste a moment. He spread his wings and became a bolt of lightning, instantly disappearing from the sacred ground.
"You have not appeared for tens of thousands of years. Could it be that even you have become overcautious?"
Peng Yufeng frowned as he looked at the bolt of lightning that was gradually disappearing from his sight. Did a mere Path Integration Realm junior have to be like this?
In the entire Tian Peng race, perhaps the strongest was not the Thunder Roc bloodline's Peng Tianlei, but the one with the worst temper and the most arrogant was definitely the Thunder Roc bloodline.
Could it be that the junior called Mo Wen really had three heads and six arms? Even the dignified Thunder Roc Patriarch was so fearful!
However, Peng Yufeng knew that Peng Tianlei would most likely not gain anything from this trip. That brat was hiding in the territory of the Sword Emperor Sect and had the protection of the Xue Clan. It would be very difficult for the Tian Peng race to interfere. Even if the old monster Thunder Roc came personally, he might not be able to do anything to that junior.
In the Immortal Clouds Sea, various major immortal cultivator factions were entrenched. Small factions attached themselves to large factions, and the large factions also banded together to become even larger factions. The faction led by the Sword Emperor Sect was in no way weaker than the three major demon clans in the Immortal Clouds Sea. They could completely stand up to them. Also, all this time, the two major factions had not been on good terms with each other. There were often scuffles and disputes.
If it was an ordinary immortal cultivator and the old monster Thunder Roc came personally, the Sword Emperor Sect, the Xue Clan, and the other major factions might give Peng Tianlei some face and not interfere.
However, Peng Yufeng had been in charge of the internal affairs of the Tian Peng race all these years. He had investigated very clearly. That junior called Mo Wen had deep connections with the Xue Clan. In the territory of the Xue Clan, the Tian Peng race would not be able to do anything to him.
"Forget it. Brother Tianlei has been too successful these few years. It's good to let him suffer a little."
Peng Yufeng shook his head, waved his sleeves, and left.
…
One day later, in the Sword Emperor City.
A huge figure appeared in the sky. The shadow cast down from the sky almost covered the entire city.
Dark clouds covered the sky, and a large amount of lightning gathered, forming a sea of lightning.
The entire Sword Emperor City was shaken by the appearance of this huge bird.
A large number of immortal cultivators walked out from cave abodes, sects, or inns. All of them looked at the sky, and their eyes were filled with shock.
"What a terrifying aura. It feels like the entire sky is collapsing. My god, what level of power is that? I'm afraid that even if I cultivate for another ten thousand years, I won't be able to reach this level! "
"Great Dao Realm Patriarch. That is a Great Dao Realm existence. It is a great living being that can be called a god."
"That is a Great Dao Realm Roc. If I am not wrong, it should be that old freak Lei Peng from the Tian Peng race. What is he doing in the Sword Emperor City? Could it be that our Sword Emperor Alliance is in conflict with the three major demon clans again? "
…
The old freak Lei Peng arrived personally. He did not care about the immortal cultivators in the outer city. In his eyes, these immortal cultivators were no different from ants. They were not worthy of his attention at all. He flew directly to the inner city and quickly arrived in the sky above the inner city.
"Little b * stard Mo Wen, hurry up and come out to die."
The old freak Lei Peng looked at the inner city coldly. His gaze passed through layers of obstacles and finally locked onto the Sword Emperor Mountain.
According to the information that the Tian Peng race had received, Mo Wen was currently living in seclusion in the Sword Emperor Mountain.
In the sky, thunder clouds gathered. Terrifying lightning enveloped the entire sky above the inner city. The heavens and earth were dark, and it seemed as though they had the power to destroy the world.
Many people in the Sword Emperor City were alarmed. One by one, they walked out of their cave abodes and looked curiously at the sky.
Many people knew the old freak of the Thunder Roc bloodline. However, what was he doing in the Sword Emperor City?
The door of the cave abode that Mo Wen was in slowly opened to both sides. A tall and straight figure walked out and looked coldly at the Thunder Roc in the sky.
"This old thing actually chased me all the way here."
Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not very surprised that the old freak Lei Peng had appeared in the Sword Emperor City. Although he had killed Peng Wanchao, he did not know if Peng Wanchao had some secret technique to send news back.
It was very normal that the old freak Lei Peng knew that he was not dead.
Of course, Mo Wen did not care.
So what if he knew? He had never been afraid.
Moreover, this was the Sword Emperor City. How could they allow the old freak of the Tian Peng race to be so presumptuous here?
Mo Wen crossed his arms and laughed coldly.
As expected, not long after the old freak Lei Peng appeared, a cold voice suddenly sounded. "Who is making a ruckus in the Sword Emperor City?"
A white-clothed figure slowly stepped into the air from the Sword Emperor City.
It was an old man dressed in white. He was none other than the clan leader of the Xue Clan, Xue Wansheng.
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