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2204 That is simply unfair to body-tempering cultivators

After the gray liquid, which had enveloped Thrice Reckless Mad Saber and Senior White’s stone box, crept out of the range of the Lock Immortal Prison, its pace increased.

Although Thrice Reckless Mad Saber’s body had shrunk down to the size of a fingernail, when he began running faster, even the wind could not catch up with him. The strength of a Fifth Stage Spiritual Emperor was shown in full.

Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair peeked out from a small gap in the stone box. It extended beyond the gray liquid and scouted the outside world.

Pavilion Master Chu said, “Eh? The members of Ancient Heavenly City seem to be in trouble. They are fighting someone… No wonder only the kirin tried to stop us after we blasted our way out of the Lock Immortal Prison.”

Pavilion Master Chu’s consciousness quietly swept across the surrounding area, and she noticed that the members of Ancient Heavenly City were currently fighting with other forces.

This foreign force directly invaded the lair of the members of the Heavenly City, and even Zither Master Phoenix Bearing, who possessed Immortal-level strength, was involved in the fight.

Is there someone with Immortal-level combat power among the invaders? Or could they have brought some treasures to restrict Zither Master Phoenix Bearing?

At the same time, Pavilion Master Chu projected the image captured by her divine sense into space in Senior White’s sleeve using a projection-type magical technique.

Sixteen said, “It seems we are very lucky today.”

If it was not for this foreign force that just so happened to invade the lair of the members of the Heavenly City, it would not have been so easy for them to escape from the Lock Immortal Prison.

The timing was just right at every turn.

“Well, we have Senior White with us. With his presence, luck is on our side.” The black-skinned Soft Feather emerged from Song Shuhang’s shadow and looked at the screen projected by Pavilion Master Chu.

The ongoing battle in the secret base was fierce.

The intruders and the members of the Heavenly City used all kinds of skills while fighting and killing each other.

Fresh blood, mutilated limbs, shattered magical treasures, and broken flying swords unceasingly fell from the sky.

“So far, I have not found any energy fluctuations that belong to Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders. It seems that when the Ninth Stage cultivators commenced their battle, they left this place.” Pavilion Master Chu dutifully explained the situation on the battlefield. Her lazy voice sounded especially pleasant to the ears when she was explaining what was taking place.

Sister White Dragon said softly, “This is a secret realm created from the fragments of the Ancient Heavenly City, and it means a lot to the members of the Heavenly City. With people at the Ninth Stage or above involved, they would naturally try to move the battlefield to some other place to avoid damaging the fragments in the secret realm. Moreover, it wasn’t only the Ninth Stage battles that were moved elsewhere, but the Eighth Stage ones as well.”

“That’s true. In addition, there are still two Ninth Stage fighters hiding in this secret realm, but they are not making a move. And there is still that kirin in the Lock Immortal Prison. The overall situation seems to be under control.” Pavilion Master Chu quickly moved the camera around.

A bald man with his arms crossed was shown on the screen, and beside him was a woman with a snake around her waist. She had half of her face covered by a fan, and her eyes were full of vigilance.

These two were the Ninth Stage fighters in charge of keeping an eye on the situation, and act as backup should the need arise.

The bald man was a genuine Tribulation Transcender, while the woman was carrying a top-notch Tribulation-Transcender-level magical treasure. With her Profound Sage strength, she could unleash destructive power close to the Tribulation Transcender Realm for a short period of time.

Sister White Dragon said calmly, “There are a lot of members of the Ancient Heavenly City lurking all over the Beast Realm, and they can quickly return to this base of theirs. The longer the battle lasts, the greater the advantage they will hold.”

[The battles between Profound Sages and Tribulation Transcenders have been transferred elsewhere?]

The black-skinned Soft Feather felt slightly regretful when she heard this. She wanted to carefully watch the battles between Profound Sages and Tribulation Transcenders to increase her knowledge and experience.

After all, it was rare to be able to witness such high-level battles while in a safe place. By watching through the broadcast, she would not have to worry about the pressure released from the moves of those Tribulation Transcenders.

It was truly a pity

“Don’t be discouraged. Although you can’t see the battles between Profound Sages, you can witness several wonderful battles between Venerables. For example, those two Venerables over there are masters of body tempering and they’re fighting with their fists. Such fights are extremely fierce and cause the spectators to go wild with excitement,” said Pavilion Master Chu as she shifted the camera to another place.

Although the members of the Ancient Heavenly City had several Profound Sages and Tribulation Transcenders, the number of Venerables they had was not that high.

The reason there were more Profound Sages and Tribulation Transcenders than Venerables was that Profound Sages and Tribulation Transcenders could live longer!

There were several Tribulation Transcenders who survived the collapse of the Heavenly City and lived until now.

On the other hand, most of the Venerables here were descendants or disciples of the members of the Heavenly City. They were basically new Venerables that had ascended in the past few thousand years.

So in comparison, the number of Seventh Stage Venerables was actually smaller.

In the picture projected by Pavilion Master Chu, the two Venerables covered in muscles and whose arms were thicker than Soft Feather’s waist were frantically confronting each other.

Their fighting style was reckless and violent.

“Fellow Daoist Chu, I did not expect you to like men with such style.” Sister White Dragon smiled lightly. “If that’s the case, why did you fall in love with a guy like Slow-Witted Song who has thin arms and legs?”

Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair tied itself into a bowknot, and smiled without saying a word. Who said that Slow-Witted Song still looks like that? His style right now is one that exudes extreme power, and he relies on his fists to fight Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders.

The scene of him appearing in the form of a golden Buddhist monk and rescuing her from the Trees of Life and Death was etched in her mind.

It was after that incident that she became interested in cultivators with this type of build.

Fellow Daoist White Dragon’s information was lacking, so it was her win.

“Boom~ Boom~ Boom~”

On the screen, the two Venerables were fighting each other, every punch making a thunderous sound.

The black-skinned Soft Feather asked curiously, “Senior Chu, Sister White Dragon, how do these two Seventh Stage cultivators compare with Senior Song? Disregarding magical techniques and other stuff, and just focusing on the physical aspect.”

She had remembered that Senior Song was also a body-tempering cultivator.

Sister White Dragon: “…”

Pavilion Master Chu: “…”

After a while, Pavilion Master Chu said earnestly, “Soft Feather, don’t compare that guy who has a face that even the Heavenly Punishment cannot break to normal cultivators. It is simply not fair.”

While they were speaking, the two Venerables in the air, as if with tacit understanding, violently punched each other in the face.

They hit each other’s faces with no hesitation!

The fists of both parties seemed to sink into the other’s face; blood spurted from their orifices, and the teeth of the two Venerables fell from the sky.

Sister White Dragon gestured with her little claw and said, “For example, that punch. If they had done this to Song Shuhang instead… His face would definitely not sink in like this. Instead, it would be their fists that would break.”

“Sister White Dragon, don’t badmouth Shuhang like that.” Sixteen gently pulled on Sister White Dragon’s claw.