“Hidden.”
Jin Ren ford a seal with both hands.
The great array of stars was concealed in the Path Principles of the void, making it invisible to both the naked eye and spiritual senses.
“…,” MO MO watched as her eyelids twitched, vaguely understanding Xu
Xiaoshou’s intentions. This enthusiast for explosions was as consistent as ever.
“This guy is too sly!” Feng Yujin couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.
The Little Frost Ferret trembled, leaping into Lord Shou’s arms.
In this Black Water Stream ahead, without Lord Shou leading the way, he wouldn’t take a single step out of line.
“I’ll take you guys down.”
Jin Ren smiled at MO MO, then pulled out a table, a chair, a pot of hot water, and a cup of good tea from the spatial ring.
“What a pity.’
“If only Xiao Wanfeng were here, that would be great.”
Jin Ren sighed, realizing that ti was running out. He summoned a lifelike portrait clone of Xu Xiaoshou from the Apricot Realm and tossed it onto the table.
“Who will be the first lucky one?”
He looked up at the distant sky, sensing countless rapidly approaching auras, and then turned around.
“Let’s go!”
Jin Ren led MO MO and Elder Han, turning every three steps and retreating every five steps, and leaped off the cliff.
“Hold on!”
Black Water Stream, before the collapsed mountain, white-clothed Cheng Huan waved his hand, stopping his companion.
He was a Higher Void.
He could see at a glance that a battle had taken place here.
Moreover, Hallmaster Dao had just inford everyone on the channel that Saint Servant Lord Shou had appeared at this location in the Black Water Stream.
Even the newly appointed Spirit Division Chief, Ao Sheng, had been crushed to pieces in three breaths.
They had to be cautious!
“Old Cheng, seems like there’s soone over there?” Soone pointed to the cliff’s edge, where a figure was spotted amidst the drifting black mist.
Cheng Huan’s heart tightened, and he swept his spiritual senses, seeing the whole picture.
At the cliff edge, in the whistling cold wind, there was a wooden table, a cup of tea, and a figure sitting arrogantly with legs crossed on the table.
Leaning back, he rested against the chair’s back, its four legs now standing on two, causing it to sway precariously.
The person on the chair leisurely shook his head, blowing on the hot tea in his hands.
The cold wind carried away the steam rising from the tea cup and revealed the face of the young man with crumbs on his lips, tinged with a trace of mischief.
“Xu Xiaoshou!”
Recognizing the person, Cheng Huan’s face turned ashen.
Lord Shou of the Saint Servant was waiting for him alone at the cliff’s edge of the Black Water Stream!
“No, he’s not waiting for . I’m not worthy…”
Cheng Huan looked at his companion, realizing that the second-in-command Saint Servant Lord Shou wasn’t waiting for them either.
Neither of them was worthy.
Cheng Huan chose to report directly.
“Array Eye Number Eighteen, white-clothed Cheng Huan in position.” “I found a Saint Servant… Xu Xiaoshou at the cliff’s edge. He’s… uh, drinking tea.”
“Array Eye Number Eighteen, requesting backup!”
Swoosh!
Swoosh, swoosh!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…
One figure after another descended.
In this place, what started with two people transford into seven, then eighteen, twenty-three, and thirty-six people…
Among them were individuals from special departnts, dressed in white, red, and even other colors.
Yet without exception, upon landing or under Cheng Huan’s deterrence, or upon their own discovery of sothing, they dared not take another step forward.
They froze in place at the edge of the cliff, a safe distance of a hundred ters from the figure at the tea table.
Their eyes widened as they tried to identify, gasping in surprise, then whispering to each other.
“Xu Xiaoshou?”
“Lord Shou, the Saint Servant?”
“What’s going on? How dare he wait for us alone in this place?”
“Huh? He’s Xu Xiaoshou, the one who even defeated Rao Yaoyao and killed Ao Sheng’s clone. What does he have to fear?”
“You should be asking why so many of us have been waiting here for so long, and he doesn’t even bother to speak to us.”
“Hush, don’t elevate others’ spirits at the expense of our glory. Let’s wait for the higher-ups to arrive!”
“Damn! This Lord Shou is too despicable…”
Amidst the discussions, soone couldn’t contain themselves, took half a step back, and shouted, “Xu Xiaoshou!”
The air abruptly fell silent.
Nurous Cutting Path and Higher Void individuals united as a force, as if facing a mortal enemy. Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads, and they dared not blink as they cursed the person who had shouted out loud.
Could Xu Xiaoshou be stopped by a re coalescence of Cutting Path and Higher Void individuals?
“Phew…”
A chilly wind rustled through, whistling past.
On the mountain cliff, all that could be heard was the sound of the Holy Divine Palace disciples’ robes fluttering in the wind.
Behind the tea table, the reclining figure leisurely sipping tea remained unmoved, still blowing on the hot tea before drinking it.
“Damn it!” soone muttered under their breath.
At the edge of the cliff, the wind suddenly intensified, and the temperature seed to drop slightly.
“Retreat!!!”
Cheng Huan’s scalp tingled, and with lightning-fast reflexes, he roared.
Standing in front of the formation, he was one of the few pri targets for potential attacks, desperately wishing to push everyone behind him away from this place.
In an instant, everyone retreated a hundred and fifty ters away.
As the wind subsided, the temperature remained the sa—cold, as if it hadn’t changed at all.
It was only then that everyone realized it was a false alarm, a re gust of wind.
Xu Xiaoshou was still sipping tea, never lifting a finger.
“The second-in-command Saint Servant…”
“The pressure, was it really that intense?”
Cheng Huan’s right eyelid twitched incessantly; he tightly gripped his long spear, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
Everyone felt deeply embarrassed by their actions just monts ago, yet what he saw was a young man’s imposing presence that nurous elderly seniors could not bear.
“Hell….’
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