Chapter 1355

When Ximen Wudi returned to the city.

He looked at the soldiers kneeling in worship below the city walls.

There was not the slightest trace of joy on his face; instead, it was shrouded in gloom.

"You lot may withdraw. Continue training tomorrow!"

After the words fell.

On top of the city walls, aside from a small number of soldiers left to stand guard.

Everyone else had departed.

And just after these people had just left.

Ximen Wudi, however, spoke up.

"You all, follow me into the city.

This place is not suitable for you!"

After the words fell, those generals nodded respectfully, followed behind Ximen Wudi, and vanished from the spot.

And just after they had just left.

The entire world fell into stillness.

Only, no one would have imagined that this was merely the prelude to an approaching storm.

And while Ximen Wudi was leading the elite troops of the Great Han into the city.

On the other side.

In an ancient mountain valley.

There stood a temple here, enshrining a Jin Dan.

And deep within the great hall.

A man in flowing white robes sat cross-legged upon a meditation cushion.

His entire being radiated an overwhelming aura.

Between his brows, there lingered a hint of indifference.

The price of 1204 is too great.

And at his feet lay a pile of remains.

Clearly, a battle had just taken place here.

Yet at this moment, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

He spoke.

"I did not expect to break through so quickly.

This Jin Peng Holy Sovereign truly lives up to his name as the imperial uncle of the Great Han.

Only, how could he have fallen?

Could it be that someone from the Great Han made a move?"

His voice carried a tone of puzzlement.

Yet he did not pause, and directly rose to his feet.

Then, he walked toward the outside.

This man was naturally Jin Peng Holy Sovereign himself.

Now, having cultivated the Jin Peng Divine Art, his strength was incomparably formidable.

Moreover, what was even more important was that he held a secret technique in hand.

Therefore, even a master at the Eighth Layer of Saint would not necessarily be his match.

Of course, he understood in his heart that although this secret technique was fearsome, the price of each use was too great.

Therefore, he was unwilling to use it lightly.

Otherwise, he would not have lain low here for several hundred years without making any move.

Now that he had broken through.

Even if a Saint of the Eighth Layer from the Great Han were present, he could still fight.

Only, just as he was preparing to set out.

A voice rang out.

"Master, your disciple requests an audience!"

Upon hearing the voice, Jin Peng Holy Sovereign furrowed his brow.

"Come in!"

His voice carried a hint of impatience.

And at this moment, the great hall's door curtain was lifted.

A figure appeared in the hall.

He was of sturdy build.

Brilliant rays of rosy light shone from his eyes.

It was none other than the prodigy of the Jin Peng Clan, the Jin Peng Holy Son.

Yet at this moment, the other's face bore a fawning expression.

He bowed respectfully to Jin Peng Holy Sovereign.

"Master, your disciple has recently obtained a treasure. Please take a look!"

As he spoke, he took out a round pearl.

It was indeed the treasure he had obtained in the secret realm.

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"This is a Chaos Spirit Treasure.

Take it!"

Jin Peng Saint Monarch said, opening his mouth.

Then, he swallowed the Jin Dan in his hand.

"Thank you, Master!"

Jin Peng Saint Son's eyes revealed a look of joy.

Then, he withdrew.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Jin Chida Peng Clan Leader was reporting the situation to Jin Peng Saint Monarch.

"Saint Monarch, our Jin Chida Peng Clan no longer has a Saint Monarch-level powerhouse holding the fort.

Do you need to return to the Zong Sect?

After all, the Great Xia Imperial Court is growing ever more powerful now.

If we don't leave soon, I'm afraid we'll suffer a catastrophe!"

His voice carried a note of anxiety.

At this moment, he wished he could flee immediately.

If the Great Xia Imperial Court really made a move against them,

he believed he would surely die.

"Hmph, if we leave, won't the Jin Peng Aristocratic Family be destroyed at the hands of the Great Han?

Don't worry, a mere Great Han can't stir up any waves.

Just stay put with peace of mind.

Once I break through, I can take revenge!"

Hearing this, the Jin Chida Peng Clan Leader let out a breath of relief.

Then he withdrew.

However, his heart remained uneasy.

Not only because his own strength was incomparably weak,

but also because this Jin Peng Aristocratic Family was the realm his ancestors had carved out.

Now, Jin Peng Saint Monarch had fallen.

Yet he himself had betrayed his forebears.

He did not know what punishment awaited him.