Chapter 1187

Amid a rumbling roar, the War Demon God, which had been clinging to this Gaoshan, had already separated from the mountain.

Boom!

With the War Demon God's withdrawal, that streak of profound ice slammed into the spot where the War Demon God had just been.

The tremendous force blasted a deep crater straight into that place.

Before the kicked-up dust had time to spread, a terrifying chill instantly diffused outward.

Nearby, the dust, the shattered stone, even the world's origin force, all seemed frozen by this chill.

"This…"

Cheng Jiao, hiding within the War Demon God, watched this terrifying strike of profound ice and broke out in a cold sweat without realizing it.

He truly could not imagine—if he had hesitated a moment longer just now, whether the War Demon God would have been frozen as well.

"How terrifying…"

Gai Nie, who had been preparing to strike, exchanged a glance with Wei Zhuang, who was gravely wounded, and both saw the look of horror in the other's eyes.

The two of them felt that even if they joined forces, and with their current cultivation once again merged their Guigu techniques, they probably could not withstand this strike of profound ice.

Could the one who could unleash such a heaven-reaching method possibly be the long-renowned, dragon-seen-head-never-seen-tail number one taboo of the Nine Provinces—

the Qinglong Society's Great Longshou, Ximen Wudi?

"Congratulations, congratulations—my compliments to Brother Xu on taking his Holy Heart Art mastery yet another step forward!"

Just as the crowd was still reeling in shock, several figures appeared on the horizon.

"Sigh! Ashamed, ashamed—Mr. Xiaoxiao, please don't flatter me to death.

This move of mine can only bully these frogs at the bottom of the well; against a true expert, it's utterly useless."

High in the sky, a man wearing a profound ice mask slowly replied.

To him, this remark was the truth.

But to the few below, it was nothing less than a slap in the face.

What was that supposed to mean?

The three of us—one who controls the War Demon God, one the chief swordsman of Great Qin, one the lord of Liusha—are all frogs at the bottom of the well?

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, though somewhat indignant, were ultimately men of clear and luminous sword-hearts.

Just from this one strike of profound ice, they knew that though the one who unleashed it was somewhat arrogant, the gap between them and him was real and solid.

But Cheng Jiao had been pushed to this realm by the hidden hand behind him through a quick-cultivation method.

Therefore, his warrior's heart was not at all steady.

On top of that, he was arrogant by nature, and now he had obtained this ancient demonic treasure, the War Demon God.

Even though he clearly knew that those few on the horizon were probably existences he could not afford to provoke,

he felt himself humiliated, and immediately roared,

"You're the frog at the bottom of the well—you and your whole family are…"

"…"

Hearing this, Gai Nie once more exchanged a glance with Wei Zhuang, and both saw a smile in the other's eyes.

They hadn't expected that Cheng Jiao, so full of ambition, was the sort of person who couldn't keep his composure.

And when he cursed people, there was nothing new about it either.

But those few on the horizon seemed not to have heard Cheng Jiao's words at all.

After the man in the profound ice mask finished speaking, he looked toward one person and said,

"Mr. Wu, how was that move of mine?"

"Mr. Xu, that move of yours has truly grasped the essence of the Great Longshou's guidance."

Mr. Wu was, naturally, none other than Wu Wudi—one of the Qinglong Society's guest ministers, and one of the very few extreme-path experts under heaven.

The one asking him was precisely Di Shitian, who had unleashed that strike of profound ice.

Wu Wudi had spent his life pursuing the peak of the martial Dao, and was likewise a man of blunt and straightforward speech.

Since Di Shitian had asked, he answered truthfully,

"It's just that Mr. Xu's move, though it looks fierce and sharp, in truth the intent behind the strike is scattered.

In my view, you have not yet achieved the unity of form, heart-method, and true essence.

Therefore, beneath this strike, there are actually considerable flaws."

"Truly worthy of being the Mr. Wu so highly praised by the Great Longshou!"

Hearing this, Di Shitian showed not the slightest embarrassment or annoyance; instead, he solemnly cupped his hands in thanks.

Wu Wudi also hurriedly turned aside and returned the courtesy.

That move still had flaws?

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, hearing this, could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

Looking at the chill before them that nearly froze even their souls, this could be called a flawed move?

Then wouldn't an unflawed move freeze the lot of them in a single strike?

Guidance from the Great Longshou?

These people are from the Qinglong Society?

But Cheng Jiao didn't think that far; after his angry curse, he realized that the few on the horizon completely ignored him.

Instead, they went on chatting among themselves.

Clearly, the War Demon God he controlled was like a mountain.

Yet in reality, he had become a nobody.

How could the proud Cheng Jiao stand for this? He immediately let out a great shout.

The controlled Bing Mo Shen bent its knees and crouched down, assuming a posture of gathering strength to leap.

963 How could this be possible!

963 How could this be possible!

Though Di Shitian and the others were currently Gao Xuan in the sky, the Bing Mo Shen was ultimately a hundred zhang in size.

As long as it leaped with all its might, there was no worry it couldn't reach Di Shitian and the others.

Seeing the Bing Mo Shen make such a large movement, Di Shitian and the others were still discussing that move.

Wei Zhuang thought they hadn't noticed, and immediately shouted loudly,

"All the experts of the Qinglong Society, be careful…"

Hearing Gai Nie couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Has Xiao Zhuang's injury damaged his brain as well?

To be able to fly through the air, one must at least be at the Earthly Immortal Realm.

But at the Earthly Immortal Realm, one can at best fly through the air for a few dozen zhang.

Moreover, one cannot fly through the air for long.

From the moment Di Shitian and the others appeared until now, it hasn't been long, but it hasn't been short either.

If they were at the Earthly Immortal Realm, or even the Heavenly Being Realm, they would have long since been Master Lijie and lowered their altitude.

Yet these people now chatted and laughed, showing not the slightest trace of fatigue.

Moreover, their words mentioned the Qinglong Society's Grand Dragon Head.

Could someone who has received the Grand Dragon Head's guidance be an easy person to deal with?

Xiao Zhuang is truly worrying needlessly.

In his heart, Hearing Gai Nie couldn't help but complain inwardly.

"Wei Zhuang, wait until I have dealt with them, then I will come and kill you."

Cheng Jiu spoke through the Bing Mo Shen once more, throwing a harsh remark at Wei Zhuang.

Then the Bing Mo Shen gathered momentum to its peak, and finally, like a cannonball, Lu Tengkong into the air.

Its movement was truly of tremendous commotion.

But high in the sky, Wu Wudi, Di Shitian, and the others were not moved in the slightest.

Just as the Bing Mo Shen was about to reach them in an instant.

Hearing Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang's eyes were also full of hope.

Although the Bing Mo Shen was not an Extreme Dao powerhouse, it was ultimately Chi You's demonic treasure.

On the other side, there were also Extreme Dao powerhouses from the Qinglong Society.