Perfect: I am Shi An from Shicun, and I am Huang’s brother!

Chapter 340 Gathering
"Buzz!"

In an instant, a vast and boundless divine soul power surged out from Shi Hao's body. The power was so strong that it seemed to be able to tear apart all constraints, causing the heavens and earth to change color. At the same time, an invisible pressure spread out, making everyone present feel suffocated.

"came back!"

Upon seeing this, Cao Yusheng, Huo Ling'er, and the others all revealed expressions of wild joy.

"younger brother!"

The next moment, with a soft call, Shi Hao slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, which shone with a deep and brilliant light, like the starry sea, unfathomable.

He slowly stood up, exuding a powerful aura that drew the attention of everyone present.

Then, as his gaze swept around and he saw the place littered with severed limbs and a monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, barely breathing, he immediately realized what had just happened, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, it's a good thing you came, otherwise we might have really fallen victim to these villains."

Then, he turned to look at Shi An, his eyes filled with both relief at surviving the ordeal and gratitude for Shi An's timely rescue.

Shi An merely smiled slightly at this, then reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "We're brothers, no need for further words."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the ancient saint on the ground and said coldly, "Moreover, these guys actually took advantage of your seclusion to launch a sneak attack. As your elder brother, how can I sit idly by and do nothing about such a thing?"

At this moment, seeing that Shi Hao's soul had returned to its place, the Ancient Saint Son knew that he was now of no use. He was preparing to take advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to quietly gather the remaining magic power in his body and use a secret technique to escape.

However, Shi An was extremely perceptive, and he noticed the ancient saint's subtle movements in an instant.

"Humph!"

Then, with a cold snort, he grabbed at the air with his right hand, and the space around the opponent instantly froze, completely imprisoning the ancient saint like an amber-sealed insect.

This made the ancient saint feel as if he had sunk into a quagmire. Not only was every inch of his skin under tremendous pressure, but his bones were also creaking under the strain. Even the wisp of magical power that had just been gathered in his body was suppressed and could not be used at all.

In an instant, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and despair deepened in his eyes.

"Trying to run away from me? How naive."

Shi An's gaze was icy, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Seeing the undisguised killing intent in Shi An's eyes, the Ancient Saint's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with despair, but he still struggled to speak: "Your Excellency, as you said before, as long as I summoned back the Desolate God's Soul as you requested, you would consider letting me go. Why now..."

The ancient sage suddenly stopped midway through his sentence, because the other party had said "consider," not "an absolute promise."

Realizing that the other party had only been toying with him, a hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Ancient Saint, but before he could say anything more, Shi An suddenly clenched his fists.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the solidified space instantly contracted and shattered like a mirror. The body of the ancient saint was also twisted and deformed under the pressure of the space. The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard, and blood kept seeping from his pores, staining his clothes red.

"what!"

He struggled desperately, but to no avail; he could only watch helplessly as his body was crushed bit by bit.

"No! I'm not reconciled!"

In his final moments, the Ancient Saint let out a desperate roar, but his voice quickly ceased, and his body transformed into a cloud of blood mist, dissipating into the world. Having dealt with the Ancient Saint, Shi An withdrew his gaze, but instead of looking at Shi Hao, he turned to gaze at the distant sky.

Similarly, Shi Hao also turned his gaze to the distant sky.

On the distant sacred peak, a tall and slender figure quietly appeared.

The man's robes fluttered, and he was surrounded by a light mist. Every step he took seemed to be on clouds, ethereal and otherworldly, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

He was a young man, handsome and extraordinary, with an air of otherworldly grace, like an immortal who had attained enlightenment, untouched by worldly concerns, transcending the world and standing apart from it all.

He was dressed in a light blue outfit, holding a warm jade flute in his hand. As the hem of his clothes fluttered in the mountain breeze, tiny glimmers of light flowed out from the fabric, making him look as if he were bathed in moonlight. His appearance standing quietly on the mountaintop was like a naturally formed ink painting.

Such ethereal beauty would make one unforgettable even if the other person were a man.

At the same time, another figure appeared on a magnificent mountain on the other side.

The person was blurry and indistinct, standing there enveloped in chaotic energy, as if independent of the river of time and space, transcending the rules of this world.

"boom!"

In an instant, two invisible forces clashed in the void. The man in green lightly raised his jade flute, and the melodious flute music transformed into tangible silver runes, flowing like a clear spring towards the mountains.

In an instant, all flowers bloomed, plants and trees came to life, and birds sang in harmony. The entire microcosm seemed to be baptized by this celestial music.

"Buzz!"

However, the next moment, with a soft sound, a blurry little tree suddenly appeared in the hazy chaos. With a gentle sway, all the notes were blocked as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Ten-time champion!
This scene immediately caused an uproar. Who else could be able to activate the Immortal Tree besides the legendary Ten-Crown King?

"Heavens! Even these two have come! Could it be that Huang Xiu released a second burst of immortal energy, alerting them?!"

Everyone was shocked. These two were undoubtedly the strongest in the Immortal Ancient World, and now they had appeared at the same time, which showed how serious the situation was.

Before long, the flute music stopped, and the scene returned to silence.

Clearly, the exchange between the two was merely a brief exchange, a perfunctory gesture.

However, just as everyone was filled with doubt and speculation about the origins of this man in blue robes, who could make even the Ten-Crown King feel somewhat wary, a blinding holy light suddenly erupted in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a person arrived stepping on an ancient scroll, with a celestial map woven from dragon patterns stretching across the void.

The painting depicts magnificent mountains and rivers, and a dazzling starry sky; stepping on it is like having control over a vast land.

The newcomer was dressed in a spotless white robe, with silver hair flowing down to his waist. His appearance was so beautiful that it surpassed that of a woman, and he exuded an aura of purity and holiness. He was none other than the six-time champion, Ning Chuan!
Legend has it that when he was born, there were extraordinary phenomena. He was born with a dragon pattern on his forehead, carried a celestial map on his back, and his brilliant divine light illuminated the entire night sky, shaking that era!
Upon seeing Ning Chuan appear, Shi Hao's eyes twitched; this was his mortal enemy!
"Huh? There are other people?"

Before everyone could recover from the shock of the appearance of the three powerful figures, several more figures appeared in the distance, all of them ancient freaks.

As those beings who had left their illustrious names throughout the ages appeared one by one, the atmosphere in this world became extremely heavy.

(End of this chapter)