"You little brat, you can't even save yourself and you still dare to threaten me?" The Living Dead looked at
"If you dare lay a hand on my… my brother, I'll kill myself." But Wang Qiang's face was resolute.
Seeing Wang Qiang so serious, the Living Dead actually panicked a little, because he rarely saw Wang Qiang this earnest. Wang Qiang's current demeanor did not seem like he was joking at all.
After that, the Living Dead let out a chuckle: "Fine, fine, fine. I was just saying. After he helps revive me, I'll let them all go."
Even so, Wang Qiang's eyes remained full of suspicion. He had been around this old monster for quite some time, and he knew all too well how cunning the creature was.
Meanwhile,
Watching Chu Feng move swiftly, the tension in Wang Qiang's face eased considerably.
…
Chu Feng had no idea that every move he made was being observed by Wang Qiang.
At this moment, he was rushing along at full speed. He didn't know where he should go, but he wanted desperately to figure out what had happened inside the Void Divine Tree. What worried him most was Wang Qiang.
"This aura…"
Suddenly, Chu Feng stopped and looked off toward the southeast.
In the direction he was gazing, eight figures were rapidly heading his way.
They were eight elders, all dressed in pristine white robes, their bearing extraordinary — they looked like immortals. What was most astonishing was that all eight white-robed elders bore faces that were completely identical.
They looked like eight copies of the same person.
All eight of them were at the Martial Immortal realm.
Though their appearances were the same, their auras were not.
The strongest among them was only a Fifth Rank Martial Immortal, while the weakest was merely a First Rank Martial Immortal.
Because their cultivation levels varied so greatly, the only reason all eight could move at the same speed was that the leader — the Fifth Rank Martial Immortal — was pulling them along.
"It really is them."
At first, Chu Feng had only sensed their auras, but as the eight elders drew closer, he could now make out their faces.
Upon seeing them, Chu Feng's expression lit up with joy, because he had long known all eight of them.
In the Great Thousand Upper Realm, while the
When Chu Feng had first arrived in the Great Thousand Upper Realm — before he had reunited with the Chu Heavenly Clan — he had ventured through the realm on his own and had crossed paths with members of the Starfall Sacred Ground on numerous occasions.
He had made enemies of several, such as Song Yunfei, the Sacred Son of the Starfall Sacred Ground.
Of course, he had also befriended some, like
Among them were also the
The ones now appearing before Chu Feng's eyes were none other than those very Starfall Eight Immortals.
Although Chu Feng had not been in the Great Thousand Upper Realm for all that long, when he counted it out, some time had passed since he had last seen them. More importantly, during that brief span, he had gone through a tremendous amount. So even though not much time had truly elapsed, it felt as though years had gone by.
Now, reuniting with old acquaintances was already reason for joy — and these were old acquaintances who held a special significance for Chu Feng.
Without hesitation, Chu Feng was about to fly forward to meet them.
"You losers, you can't escape the Demonic Tribulation."
But then, a series of cold, sinister voices rang out. Immediately after, thirteen dark shadows emerged from every direction, completely cutting off the Starfall Eight Immortals' path.
These figures were all clad in black robes, their faces entirely obscured.
But their auras made the Starfall Eight Immortals' brows furrow deeply.
All thirteen of them were also at the Martial Immortal realm, and every single one of them surpassed the eight brothers in cultivation.
"May I ask who you are, and why you are pursuing us so relentlessly?" Elder Xingyi cupped his fists and asked.
"Worthless scum like you don't deserve to know who we are. Surrender quietly, or don't blame us for showing no mercy."