Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

High in the sky, a crack appeared in the clouds.

The spiritual energy within a radius of two thousand miles surged wildly.

The twelve battle flags were shattered by a powerful force in an instant.

A figure stepped out from the heavens.

The earth trembled!

"They died pretty suddenly."

A familiar voice reached Wang Mang.

Wang Mang froze.

look up.

A figure in a green robe materialized in the void.

The man stepped into the void, and ripples spread out beneath his feet, causing a fierce wind to rage wherever the ripples passed.

"Su..."

"Su Chen?"

"Otherwise what?"

Su Chen looked down at the person kneeling on the sand.

"I have heard some of the rumors about Tian Shu Star City."

Wang Mang's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"They said you've reached the Void Refinement stage."

"At first, I didn't even believe it..."

Wang Mang pushed his hands into the sand, trying to stand up.

Su Chen didn't respond to that.

"He's reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Su Chen put his hands behind his back.

"The primordial spirit is quite well condensed; it wasn't created by piling up pills."

"Once you reach this level, you can open a cave dwelling in any city on the Xuanhuang Continent, take in disciples, and secure a position as an honored guest."

"As a result, they were chased all the way from Tian Shu Star City to the Dead Sands by three people."

"He also wants to self-destruct his primordial spirit..."

Su Chen lifted his eyelids slightly.

Wang Mang's face twitched.

"I originally set up a cave dwelling in Tian Shu Star City."

"I originally planned to go into seclusion for ten years to consolidate my cultivation at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

"These three bastards smashed the door to my cave early the day before yesterday with a single palm strike."

"They reported the name of the Starry Sky Dao Sect."

"I fought these three Nascent Soul cultivators all by myself for two days and two nights, all the way from Tian Shu Star City to this godforsaken place."

"I still don't understand what kind of score I have with the Starry Sky Dao Sect."

"I only found out from them later."

Wang Mang slowly moved that finger in a different direction.

Pointing at Su Chen.

"It's all because we ate melon pancakes together."

"The Starry Sky Dao Sect wants to start a war with you."

"They said you seized their affiliated sect and broke the rules of the Xuanhuang Continent."

"Back then, you took me down into the drainage ditch of that dojo, and countless people saw us together on the way."

"They insist that I am someone you used to know."

"Arresting me is a way to use me as leverage in your negotiations."

Wang Mang lowered his hand and patted it onto the sand.

Su Chen smiled after hearing this.

"Is that so?"

For the first time, Su Chen's gaze fell on the three people.

"It's because of me."

"Then I can't just ignore it."

The old man moved the fastest.

The ink-bone umbrella couldn't be opened, so I simply stopped trying to open it.

The old man tucked the black stick into his robes and fled southeast across the desert.

The direction of escape was chosen with utmost precision.

That's the border of the Dead Sand Plains. Thirty miles beyond that border, there's a teleportation node left by the Starry Sky Dao Sect.

"Third brother! Seventh brother!"

The old man's voice trailed out in the void.

"Return to the clan and report the news!"

"I never expected to run into a Void Refinement cultivator!"

Three beams of light spread out in three directions.

They dispersed extremely quickly, covering a hundred miles in almost the blink of an eye.

The speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages is a hundred miles in a single breath.

At this moment, Wang Mang was using his divine sense to observe the battle between Su Chen and the others.

Although Wang Mang was unwilling to rely on Su Chen to avenge himself.

But these three grandsons almost caused his death.

At this moment, he wished Su Chen could tear the three of them apart for him.

Three beams of light escaped.

Su Chen sneered.

As a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage, I possess the laws of space and time.

Shrinking the earth to an inch.

With their stealth skills, how could they possibly escape?

One step out...

Su Chen lifted his fingertip slightly.

A stream of spiritual energy shot into the space between a cultivator's eyebrows.

There was no sound.

The old man stopped in mid-air.

It paused for a moment.

Then, starting from the point between the eyebrows, the body gradually collapsed.

In an instant, it turned into a grayish-white dust, carried westward by the only wisp of air above this desolate sandy plain.

The ink-bone umbrella fell down and crashed into the sand, leaving only half of the black stick exposed.

Su Chen caught up with the old man in just one step.

The other two were stunned when they saw this.

He desperately mobilized his spiritual power to escape.

Another step was taken...

The female cultivator turned around.

He turned around and raised the whip handle in his hand, before he even had time to react.

Su Chen didn't raise his finger a second time.

That spiritual energy was separated from the residual force of the original finger strike, passing diagonally through and entering from the center of the forehead.

The female cultivator's body fell through the void.

The third one was the tall, thin monk with one arm.

The one who ran away the earliest was also the most undignified.

All ten spirit-locking rings were thrown out to block behind him, and he burrowed into the sand, trying to escape by using the ground as a cover.

A hole was blasted open in the sand.

Before the opening could be closed, the person was pulled out again.

When it was brought out, its face was towards the sky.

Su Chen stood three feet above him in the void, the spark of light at his fingertips just beginning to ignite.

"die......"

A wisp of spiritual energy.

Between the eyebrows.

Scattered.

From the moment the three people fled in different directions until the three clumps of dust were scattered by the wind, less than three breaths had passed.

Su Chen's blue robe sleeves were perfectly straight.

The dead sands fell silent once more.

It was so quiet that Wang Mang could hear the sound of his own breath going in and out of his chest.

Wang Mang sat on the sand, his hands behind his back, his head tilted back, watching the figure in green robes walk back from the void.

These three people chased him two thousand miles away from Tian Shu Star City.

They forced him to the point of self-destruction of his primordial spirit.

"Three breaths."

Wang Mang gave a bitter smile.

"I fought these three guys for two days and two nights."

"You're something else."

"Just like crushing three sand ants."

Su Chen ignored this, took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve, and tossed it into Wang Mang's arms.

"Heal the wounds!"

"Eat two first."

"Your master has avenged you."

Su Chen said with a smile.

Wang Mang poured out two pieces and stuffed them into his mouth.

After taking the pill, the severed leg began to feel hot from the knee down.

Wang Mang closed the jade bottle and tucked it into his sleeve.

"I'm not returning this bottle."

"Does this mean I need your bottle of pills?"

Su Chen put his hands behind his back and looked to the west.

The sky over there was completely dark.

The stars are denser in the dead sand plains at night than elsewhere.

It's also colder than other places.

"Tian Shu Star City, don't come back."

Su Chen frowned.

If we let this guy go back now...

They'll probably die a horrible death.

"Two paths."

Su Chen held up one finger.

"First, return to Qingzhou, return to Luoyun Sect."

Wang Mang's eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"The Falling Cloud Sect?"

"Have you forgotten what kind of state the Falling Cloud Sect is in?"

"I've already reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

"Why go back to that barren land?"

Su Chen smiled after hearing this.

"Master is back."

Wang Mang's hand, which was wiping his sword, froze on the spine of the blade.

"...Li Changfeng?"

"Has the Supreme Elder returned to the sect?"

"Yes."

Su Chen withdrew that finger.

"Throughout the entire Luoyun Sect, from the sect leader down, everyone thought he was at the Nascent Soul stage."

Su Chen's voice was very flat.

"That's what I thought too."

"It wasn't until my trip to the Black Mountain Continent that I met my master."

"So he's a Mahayana cultivator."

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