"Therefore, how could I possibly miss the opportunity to personally experience it?"
Muttering to himself, Luo Chen focused his attention to the utmost.
...
Inside the Xumi Pavilion.
A Daoist in a purple robe sat cross-legged within, his expression wooden.
Yet in his heart, he was quite lively.
"I wonder how many fellow cultivators will join the Zombie Alliance this ti, united against the Gate of Life and Death?"
"I hope there are so strong ones, not always just a bunch of small fry."
In the Outer World, high and mighty Nascent Soul True Masters had beco re small fry in this person’s mouth, truly shocking.
But this person indeed had the right to speak so.
With the identity of the Supre Elder of the Purple Blood Sect, a Realm of Nascent Soul Fifth Level, and even having personally slain a Nascent Soul True Master of the Gate of Life and Death, all these achievents allowed him to proudly overlook ordinary Nascent Soul True Masters.
This ti, he was here to greet the newcors, not for routine tasks, but to intimidate them.
The na of the Purple Robe Marquis was still prominent in the South Border.
As he was muttering in his mind, a ripple stirred in the Xumi Pavilion.
Layer upon layer of ripples slowly spread throughout the space.
The Purple Robe Marquis looked up, "Have they arrived?"
The next mont!
The ripples transford into waves, thrusting in all directions.
The Purple Robe Marquis’s expression slightly changed, and he cursed under his breath, "What is Zheng Guan doing to cause such a commotion?"
Cursing all the while, he retreated in a fluster.
This kind of space fluctuation was not sothing he dared to confront directly.
Suddenly.
A figure twisted and erged within the vortex.
Thump!
The figure landed heavily on the ground like a teorite, disregarding the ripples behind him.
A pair of eyes, flashing with golden light, first glanced at the Purple Robe Marquis, then turned to look up at the mountainside.
"Is this the Suru Mountain?"
The sight before him wasn’t particularly majestic but appeared sowhat skillful.
Yet, amidst the layers, it seed countless worlds converged within.
This was a sign of space overlapping!
Behind him, the Purple Robe Marquis’s pupils shrank as he shouted fiercely, "Who are you, daring to forcefully enter Mi Realm Mountain?"
"Forcefully enter?"
Luo Chen chuckled lightly.
Without waiting for him to explain, slight spatial fluctuations began to spread behind him.
Then, figures erged one after another.
Zheng Guan Daoist, upon landing, imdiately looked towards Luo Chen.
"Friend Qi, are you alright?"
The others also curiously glanced over.
Seeing that Luo Chen was completely unhard, one by one, they couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
Even under Zheng Guan’s Magic Item protection, they managed to pass through the Suru Passage safely, yet they could still feel the omnipresent danger within.
It was imaginable that traversing the Suru Passage without the protection of a unique treasure would require a great cost.
No one expected Luo Chen to erge without any injury.
Only then did the Purple Robe Marquis realize that Luo Chen wasn’t forcefully entering but had rely arrived first.
With this realization, his shock grew even greater.
"Zheng Guan, who is this person?"
Hearing this voice, the others finally shifted their focus to the purple-robed Daoist.
Recognizing him, so instantly exclaid.
"Purple Robe Marquis!"
The Great Sect of the South Border, the Supre Elder of the Purple Blood Sect!
Such an identity naturally provoked gasps of astonishnt.
Had such a formidable figure quietly joined the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance?
However, the Purple Robe Marquis was completely indifferent to their amazent.
He only wanted to know who this man was, erging through spatial fluctuations, relying purely on physical strength.
"He is Ba Xiu Qi Tian!"
Zheng Guan introduced.
The Purple Robe Marquis raised an eyebrow, his wooden face revealing a hint of fervor.
This was a strong individual, a worthy opponent!
Yet, Luo Chen ignored him entirely, already stepping towards the Suru Mountain.
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