Wei Qiancheng was leading his soldiers to surround the Spiritual God Temple when he suddenly noticed a group of black shadows heading toward the Spiritual God Temple.

“Who is it!”

“Release the arows!”

Countless arrows flew toward the black shadows in the sky.

“You’re courting death!”

One of the black shadows pushed the arrows with both hands and the arrows flew back in a strange manner.

The soldiers screamed one after another.

A Xiantian ninth-stage expert in the Imperial Court wanted to teach the other party a lesson when he saw how brazen this person was.

The Xiantian ninth-stage expertjumped up and entered the surroundings of a group of black shadows.

However, this expert of the Imperial Court ended up in a very miserable state. He was sucked into a dried corpse by some unknown cultivation technique.

Wei Qiancheng looked at the corpse on the ground and understood that this wasn’t a battle that they could interfere in.

He quickly ordered the retreat to avoid increasing the losses. Now, he could only pray that Yue Zhuang could withstand the attacks of these people.

In the temple.

Yue Zhuang was just about to get rid of the western region demon monk Dhamun in front of him.

Suddenly, his ears moved and his body shot backward, instantly pushing him back more than ten meters.

“Che, the Gumu Sect has finally appeared. I have been waiting for you for a long time! I will personally take revenge for father’s back then.” Jue Lengxin stood beside Dhamun with a crazy smile on his face.

“Sect Leader, save me!” Dhamun clutched his broken arm. He knew that Jue Lengxin had a way to regrow his broken arm.

Jue Lengxin nodded and pressed his palm on Dhamun’s head.

Dhamun immediately revealed a terrified expression. The true energy in his body was continuously flowing out.

“Do you think that I really don’t know about the little tricks you did behind my back?” Jue Lengxin threw Dhamun’s body to the side.

Actually, he knew all about Dhamun privately detaining martial arts experts and recruiting women to practice the Joyful Zen.

He just didn’t want to touch Dhamun. This time, he had specially come to deal with Yue Zhuang and kill Dhamun at the same time.

Yue Zhuang frowned. The aura emitted by the other party was very powerful.

It had already surpassed him.

This battle was probably impossible to win.

“Jue Wutian’s son?” Yue Zhuang tightened the black iron heavy sword in his hand and said softly.

Back then, when the Gumu Sect had eliminated Jue Wutian, the White Lotus Cult didn’t dare to move into the Central Plains for decades. Unfortunately, the former Grandmaster hadn’t become a saint cultivator and had fallen ten years ago.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Gumu Sect, Yue Zhuang had only recently broken through to become a half-step saint cultivator.

“That’s right! But today, I have led the White Lotus Cult to make a comeback. Not only do I want to dominate the martial arts world of the Central Plains, I also want to sit on the throne of the Great Zhou’s Emperor!” Jue Lengxin did not conceal his ambition at all.

He was now confident in his own strength, and there was no one in the world who could deal with him.

“You’re boasting shamelessly. You don’t think that the martial arts world of the Central Plains only has the Gumu sect, right? Even if I fall today, there will still be others who will come to deal with you!” Yue Zhuang knew that he would not be able to walk out of here alive today.

However, he was not afraid.

Death was not scary. He was afraid that Jue Lengxin had the intention of poisoning the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

When that time came, it would be another bloody storm.

“Kill everyone! Including the ants outside!” He had no intention of leaving anyone alive, be it the monks of the Spiritual God Temple or the Imperial Court Army.

The few experts of the White Lotus Cult received the order and left.

…

He Chuan slowly walked up the mountain with his hands behind his back.

“Young Master, if we don’t go over quickly, will there be any accidents?” As a Xiantian expert, Cai Lian could vaguely sense the powerful aura in the direction of the Spiritual God Temple.

That evil and powerful aura made people’s hearts palpitate.

If He Chuan wasn’t there, Cai Lian didn’t know if she would have the courage to go up the mountain and take a look.

“The scenery along the way is so beautiful. Lian’er needs to learn to appreciate it.” He Chuan wasn’t in a hurry. As a saint cultivator, everything was under his observation.

Cai Lian nodded her head as if she didn’t understand. She felt He Chuan’s words were always full of profound truths.

The battle cries in front of the Spiritual God Temple shook the sky.

Wei Qiancheng was escorted down the mountain by the army and Grandmaster experts.

The White Lotus Cult’s experts were simply too powerful, and there was no lack of half-step saints cultivators among them.

The Imperial Court’s side suffered a crushing defeat, and there was no way they could resist.

“Who’s in front? There’s a White Lotus Cult evildoer causing trouble ahead. All of you, retreat quickly!” Wei Qiancheng fled on horseback and discovered a man and a woman walking toward him.

No matter how much Wei Qiancheng shouted, the man and woman seemed to not hear him as they continued forward.

“Yangzhou Magistrate, Wei Qiancheng, today is the day you die. You dare to meddle in the affairs of our White Lotus Cult!” A Xiantian ninth-stage expert from the White Lotus Cult chased after him, wanting to kill Wei Qiancheng with his palm.

Arrows were completely unable to stop the White Lotus Cult’s expert.

And the Imperial Court’s expert was trapped, unable to extricate himself and save Wei Qiancheng. He could only watch helplessly as Wei Qiancheng died!

“The foreign heretic cult doesn’t know how to repent!” He Chuan mobilized the vital essence in his body and struck out toward the White Lotus Cult’s expert.

Under everyone’s shocked gazes, a bowl-sized transparent hole appeared in the heart of the White Lotus Cult’s expert.

He fell to the ground without a sound.

The seemingly light palm actually had such power. No one present had expected it.

Wei Qiancheng, who was the closest, was even more incredulous. Just now, he had thought that he was dead for sure. He had not expected that he would be saved by He Chuan.

The key point was that the palm was full of power, but it did not injure Wei Qiancheng.

One had to know that the White Lotus Cult’s expert was very close to him just now. He Chuan had probably controlled his power to the limit.

The sudden attack of the mysterious expert gave the people of the White Lotus Cult a fright.

That was a ninth-stage expert. How could he be killed so easily? It was very difficult for the half-step saint cultivators on their side to be so relaxed.

“Those who dare to act as the servants of the White Lotus Cult have to die!”

When the two half-step saint cultivators of the White Lotus Cult saw the mysterious expert’s astonishing methods, they did not dare to be negligent. The two of them attacked together!

In an instant, the surrounding wind blew in all directions, and an overwhelming pressure surged toward He Chuan.

Puchi!

Under the pressure, someone actually spat out blood, which showed how powerful it was.

However, He Chuan’s gaze faintly flickered with a cold light, and his expression didn’t change in the face of the two half-step saint cultivators’ attacks.

He waved his hand to signal Cai Lian to retreat and circulated the vital essence in his body. His palms were like a furnace, turning completely red.

The black fog that came from the sky enveloped He Chuan, and the attacks of the two half-step saint cultivators of the White Lotus Cult arrived with the wind!

The people of the Imperial Court couldn’t help but sweat for him.

This was the attack of two half-step saint cultivators, and their bodies were full of evil energy. Their attacks seemed to be very powerful.

They were much stronger than the six great sects.

He Chuan’s palms seemed to have a suction force, guiding the two half-step saint cultivators of the White Lotus Cult to fight head-on with him.

A scorching light flashed past!

The arrogant half-step saint cultivators of the White Lotus Cult had turned into two puddles of flesh and blood.

There was no mercy.

Not even a complete corpse was left behind.

There was actually such an expert in the Central Plains?

Regardless of whether it was the White Lotus Cult or the Imperial Court, they were all shocked by He Chuan’s strength in killing two half-step saint cultivators in one move!

Ridiculously strong!

This young man was probably already a saint cultivator.

“Kill!” The Imperial Court’s Xiantian Grandmasters were the first to come back to their senses. Without the suppression of half-step saint cultivators, they could finally counterattack.

The depressed mood from before was swept away.