Yunmeng Immortal Clan

On Azure Rain Island.

Song Daoxuan and Song Zhichu had just finished the Foundation Establishment Immortal Gathering jointly held by the seven Foundation Establishment Immortal Clans on Jade Island and were preparing to flee back to their clans.

Just as Song Zhichu had escaped a short distance, a beam of light appeared in front of him, containing a voice that was Elder Mu Zitong of the Mu Clan pleading for help.

The distress call also included a general location.

Just as the Mu clan pledged allegiance to the Qinglian Song clan, Song Zhichu gave Mu Ziheng and Mu Zitong, the key figures in the Mu clan, a talisman engraved with the special mark of the Qinglian Song clan. With this talisman, they could communicate directly with Song Zhichu.

Both Song Daoxuan and Song Zhichu were standing on a flying sword. When they saw a spiritual light suddenly appear in front of Song Zhichu, causing the flying sword beneath their feet to slow down, Song Daoxuan was also taken aback. He then fixed his gaze on Song Zhichu.

"Master, what exactly happened?"

"Oh no! Something's happened to Mu Zitong! Dao Xuan, you must come with me immediately!" As soon as Song Zhichu finished speaking, he flew off on his sword at an extremely fast speed in a certain direction.

Upon hearing this, Song Daoxuan also urged his flying sword to give chase.

The location of the Mu Clan's Shouyang Mountain is almost on the same route as the Qinglian Islands, but because the entire Yunmeng Immortal Continent is so vast, even people traveling in the same direction would find it difficult to meet each other along the way.

Meanwhile, at this very moment, in a certain place...

Chased by two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators, Mu Zitong faced countless mid-level spells and top-tier magic artifacts. She used up all the talismans on her body and exhausted all her defensive measures.

In terms of accumulating magical power, early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators are simply no match for mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

But Mu Zitong was only focused on escaping to save her life.

Mu Zitong ran while dodging most of the attacks.

Despite this, Mu Zitong was seriously injured, and she could already feel the immense power of two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators near her ears.

"Crack!" A tearing sound was heard.

Mu Zitong frowned in pain, then let out a loud scream. One of Mu Zitong's arms was severed by a magical longsword manipulated by Gu Jingze with a flash of light.

"Damn it, why hasn't my call for help come yet..." Ignoring her injuries, blood was gushing from the cuts on her shoulder and arm.

He knew he might die. His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, and his eyes were bloodshot, revealing a look of despair.

"No! I, Mu Zitong, cannot perish here like this. The Mu Clan now only has me and the Clan Head as Foundation Establishment cultivators. Once I die, the entire Mu Clan will be unable to continue!" Mu Zitong roared, mobilizing all her magical power and desperately trying to escape.

With his magical power dwindling at the speed of light, Mu Zitong eventually exhausted himself.

Mu Zitong was clearly at the end of his rope.

Mu Zitong leaped off the flying sword, preparing to fight to the death against the two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Gu Jingze and Wang Zhengchun each made hand seals, manipulating their respective magical artifacts, as they looked at Mu Zitong, who was trapped in a deadly situation.

Both of them wore extremely smug expressions.

"Elder Mu, prepare to die! Stop your futile resistance! It's not shameful for a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator to die at the hands of two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators like us!"

Upon hearing this, the two clan heads, both at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, from the Wang and Gu clans prepared to end Mu Zitong's life.

But at that moment, Mu Zitong, who was already in dire straits, vaguely heard a faint dragon's roar.

A small golden dot appeared from afar, drawing ever closer. Mu Zitong's eyes widened as a golden dragon suddenly attacked Gu Jingze and Wang Zhengchun.

The golden dragon instantly collided with the two people's top-tier magical artifacts.

"Bang!" Instantly, the magical power surged and spread out, creating a truly spectacular scene.

The magical artifacts manipulated by Gu Jingze and Wang Zhengchun were deflected and returned to the side of the two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, we've arrived late. Are you still holding on?" A powerful voice instantly reached Mu Zitong's ears, who was on the verge of despair.

With her remaining sanity, Mu Zitong glanced at the source of the sound.

Two sword lights appeared in the distance, hurtling towards him from mid-air.

On the two flying swords were two figures. These two figures were none other than Song Zhichu, the patriarch of the Qinglian Song Clan, and Song Daoxuan, the law enforcement elder.

When Mu Zitong saw the two people flying over on their swords, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

However, upon hearing Song Zhichu's voice, Mu Zitong couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"Fellow Daoist Song, if you had arrived even a moment later, I would already be annihilated!"

"Fellow Daoist Mu, my clan's law enforcement elder and I just received the communication talisman and rushed here without hesitation!"

When Song Zhichu and Song Daoxuan arrived at the scene, they saw that the several Qi Refining stage members of the Mu clan that Mu Zitong had brought with him had all turned into countless corpses on the ground.

When Gu Jingze and Wang Zhengchun caught sight of Song Zhichu and Song Daoxuan approaching, their expressions turned extremely unpleasant.

But Wang Zhengchun's expression softened, and after a moment's thought, he said:

"Fellow Daoist Gu, there's no need to worry. I've already dispatched a team of clan cultivators to set up a thick earthen trapping array around this area! An hour is more than enough to trap these three. Furthermore, among the three, Song Zhichu is the strongest and has the highest cultivation level. Even if the two of us reach the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, we'd be helpless against him alone. If you, Fellow Daoist Gu, can kill Song Zhichu, who is at the early Foundation Establishment stage, and then lend me a hand, taking down the three will be a piece of cake!"

When Wang Zhengchun said these words, his expression was calm, and he was naturally full of confidence.

They had two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators on their side, and with Mu Zitong already incapacitated, plus the help of the Thick Earth and Yellow Sand Formation, it was only a matter of time before they captured Song Daoxuan and Song Zhichu, according to his prediction.

"No problem, Fellow Daoist Wang, please quickly instruct your clansmen to activate the formation!"

Upon hearing Gu Jingze's words, Wang Zhengchun did not hesitate and shouted to the clan cultivators lurking around, "Thick Earth and Yellow Sand Formation, activate!"

Wang Zhengchun took out an array plate from his storage bag, then quickly channeled his magic power into it by forming hand seals.

The array flags around them had already been put back in place, and then a flash of light appeared.

A cloud of yellow sand rolled in, obscuring the sky and shrouding Song Daoxuan and Song Zhichu.

"It's a thick earth and yellow sand formation. These two actually dared to trap us like turtles in a jar. However, this formation is only a low-grade second-tier formation, not a very advanced one. This formation is known for its fast deployment and quick effect in trapping enemies. After an hour, the formation will be greatly weakened, and we can easily break through it!"

"A fierce battle is about to begin! Dao Xuan, with your early Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, you'd better go all out and don't hold back!"