Chapter 839: Chapter 585: Southern Hong Arrives, You Must Follow the Rules_2 Chapter 839: Chapter 585: Southern Hong Arrives, You Must Follow the Rules_2 Deng Xiangjun followed with five spheres of White Fire encircling him in a wheel-like fashion, instantly transforming into a terrifying sea of flas that swallowed everything within his line of sight. Between the blazing waves, the frozen waters beneath his feet rapidly lted away.
However, he could only affect an area spanning a few hundred miles, carving out a safe standing point for himself.
But beyond that point, even the sea of white fire seed to solidify into a tangible form.
“I’ve also warned you that this is the territory of the Seven Sons of Southern Hong.”
Stepping out from the flas, Deng Xiangjun’s face bore an expression of ferocity not seen in many years, “I am indeed rely an elixir pill for you to use at your leisure, but my fellow disciples are not dead yet.”
He thought he had already co to terms with losing so of his vassal forces.
Yet when he witnessed firsthand the Heavenly Realm Demon’s brisk and tidy slaughter of ordinary beings, a fierce rage still stirred within Deng Xiangjun.
With this chilling Divine Skill, it wasn’t just about Xuan Yue City, but consuming all the vassals and nearly a million Cultivators of the Nanyang Sect was just a matter of marching forward for a while.
“Then…”
Cold Mountain Ancestor slowly retracted his smirk, indifferently stating, “You should let them co.”
After speaking, he gently tugged at the corner of his lips and quietly paced forward.
Erging from Cold Mountain, he aid to consu this half of the world to assuage his displeasure.
This first descent from the mountain by the strongest Great Demon of Western Hong showcased the true aning of terror to Southern Hong.
As for those people ntioned by Deng Xiangjun.
Scoff—
rely prisoners trapped by the Southern Dragon Palace; there was no chance for them to co out now, or they would have already done so.
Moreover, he had deliberately destroyed the Dao Plate on Deng Xiangjun earlier to buy so ti, enough for him to eat and drink his fill.
Inside Xuan Yue City.
Under the onslaught of this chilling force, Yin Qizhang, poised high in the sky, trembled all over yet stubbornly refused to descend for warmth.
He did not exert any futile efforts, rely fixing his gaze on the vast expanse of water.
At least… at least to see firsthand how he and the others died.
Soon, a swath of azure appeared in Yin Qizhang’s vision, like a massive monster charging in his direction, devouring everything around and incorporating it into its body.
Thousands of miles in an instant.
This towering and majestic ice mountain completely occupied Yin Qizhang’s entire field of vision, rendering all lifeforms in its presence minuscule.
And at the foot of the mountain, the azure waves transford into claws, finally reaching the land!
Like a fierce beast leaping from the water onto Xuan Yue City, it proceeded unstoppable, devouring everything on the land.
Yin Qizhang nearly saw the end.
Under the dense chill, he gasped for air like a broken gong, nearly fainting until a loud crack resounded in his ears!
Crack crack crack!
He clenched his neck, veins on the back of his hand bulging, forcing himself to look.
There, at the pinnacle of the iceberg, when had there appeared a ragged, gaunt figure, whose humble attire belied a kingly deanor as he looked down with aloof authority.
As for the cracking sounds, that was at the very edge of the land, where the fierce icy claws, in the mont of ascent, successively shattered and dispersed.
Were there actually places where the “soldiers” of the Iceberg Master couldn’t tread?!
Boom!
The next mont, the spreading chill suddenly recoiled, the entire frozen water body shattered simultaneously, even the colossal and majestic Mount Han partially collapsed downward!
The Cold Mountain Ancestor staggered slightly.
That subtle movent eradicated the commanding presence he held over the world.
Yin Qizhang suddenly felt much relieved, releasing his grip from his neck, dazedly looking upwards.
There, above Xuan Yue City and the three hundred cities under its jurisdiction… no, precisely before the many vassal forces of the Nanyang Sect!
A sowhat delicate figure stood in the air.
Clad in refined armor that radiated a chill even colder than the iceberg, a beautifully ornate crown restrained his slightly swaying hair, beneath which was a young, handso face, calm with no trace of emotion.
The pitch-black clouds, stirred by the wind, seed like a grand celestial robe!
Within the three hundred miles before him, it was as if he constituted his own heaven and earth, impervious to evil.
“Sect Master Shen…”
Yin Qizhang clearly lowered his hand, yet suddenly felt a suffocating sensation.
Despite the altered attire, how could any Cultivator who had attended the Seven Sons Grand Assembly not recognize that familiar face?
According to letters from the Seven Immortal Sects of Nan Hong, he was not supposed to be here.
But now, Sect Master Shen was indeed here.
And perhaps it was an illusion, Yin Qizhang always felt…
In front of Sect Master Shen, the ragged Great Demon on the iceberg still seed like a sovereign, only now facing the heavens, even a sovereign had to bow his head.
“Is this so kind of mistake?”
Arriving belatedly, Deng Xiangjun was astonished as he looked towards Xuan Yue City.
Clearly, it was he himself who had truly found Sect Master Shen, not the other two disciples.
But when Deng Xiangjun saw him with his own eyes, he began to doubt if he had mistaken soone else.
His mory of Sect Master Shen did not possess such an overwhelming presence, seemingly giving him the illusion of subtly suppressing the Cold Mountain Ancestor!
And it had only been a short period since they last parted.
“…”
Watching the changes at the confluence of water and land in silence, the Cold Mountain Ancestor assured himself that his Divine Skills were blocked, unable to breach that inexplicable barrier; he finally slowly exhaled.
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