At this moment, at the foot of the Mountain of the God-Slaying Alliance, a group of hundreds of cultivators were standing there in a chaotic manner.

The three elders at the head of the group were dignified and exuded a terrifying aura. The one in the middle, with a white face and black beard, was a cultivator at the third tribulation stage.

The other two also possessed Mahayana stage cultivation.

Beside the three stood a young couple with haughty eyes; the man was handsome and the woman was pretty, and they looked like a young couple.

At this moment, the young man coldly snorted with an unhappy expression:

"This Chu Mo is really arrogant. The sect leader and grandmaster have arrived, and he hasn't even come to greet them yet?"

The woman was also looking impatient. Just as she was about to speak, she met the old man's gaze and quickly shut up.

"Your Highness, be careful what you say. This is someone else's territory."

The Mahayana cultivator gave a helpless instruction, but he knew that his words were probably in vain.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the young man didn't pay any attention and instead spoke even louder.

"Senior Brother Zou, am I wrong? As a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, how can we be left waiting here when the sect elders have come to see him?"

"Even if we didn't know that Uncle-Master Yan was the sect leader and his grand-uncle, he shouldn't be so arrogant, right?"

Although the others knew this was inappropriate, after all, Chu Mo's identity was extraordinary, and he was not an ordinary sect disciple.

Seeing that the sect leader did not stop the holy son from speaking at all, the others naturally did not say anything.

The elderly man surnamed Zou sighed helplessly and said nothing more.

The Holy Son possesses extraordinary talent and is the last disciple accepted by the previous sect leader in his later years, as well as the designated candidate for the next sect leader.

Despite his young age, he holds a very high seniority within the Xuantian Sect, which is why he has always been arrogant and haughty.

Even his senior brothers and elders couldn't control him.

The only person who could control him was his Uncle Yan, who also regarded him as the hope for the revival of the sect and doted on him, which only made him more arrogant.

But to continue putting on airs like this now that we're here is a bit irrational.

After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help himself and said to the old man in the center:

"Uncle-Master Yan, Chu Mo's status is esteemed, and his talent far surpasses that of all the geniuses throughout the Kunlun Realm. Our attitude towards him..."

The old man gave him a cold glance, his face full of displeasure and annoyance, and said:

“Zou Shouzhou, the Xuantian Sect values ​​respect for teachers the most. No matter how famous Chu Mo is outside, he is still a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, isn’t he?”

“As long as he acknowledges this identity, then I am his grand-uncle, and he has to listen carefully to what I say.”

"Now that our elders have arrived, not only are they late, but their men have also stopped us at the door. It's utterly rude!"

Yan Wuhen's beard trembled wildly, and his face grew increasingly grim as he spoke, unable to suppress the anger he had been holding back any longer.

The Xuantian Sect hid for countless years. Although it did not perish, its scale gradually shrank.

If it weren't for his senior brother and his persistent support, the lineage would probably have been lost long ago.

He dreamed of restoring the sect to its former glory!

But he knew that it was almost impossible!

Leaving aside the sect's current dire situation, if they dared to show themselves in public, powerful enemies would surely come to wipe them out immediately.

Not long ago, he unexpectedly learned that Chu Mo, the leader of the God-Slaying Alliance, one of the most terrifying forces today, actually came from the Xuan Tian Sect!

When he heard the news, he was overjoyed and extremely excited!

Of course, they were also very puzzled, because apart from them, the only other lineage of the Xuantian Sect was in the Burial God Abyss.

Could this Chu Mo come from the Burial God Abyss? The place where divine artifacts are buried!

Then consider Chu Mo's extraordinary talent and the speed of his rise.

He became increasingly certain of his guess, and his heart pounded wildly.

However, at that time, the God-Slaying Alliance and the Underworld Alliance were on the eve of a great war, and the situation was unpredictable, so he did not come rashly.

Now that the overall situation is settled, the God-Slaying Alliance has gained the upper hand, and the time is ripe.

But who knew...

We were stopped as soon as we arrived at their door?

Just as Zou Shouzhou was about to speak, he suddenly saw countless powerful figures coming from the direction of the mountaintop like a tide.

A grand and impressive procession!

There were thirty or forty cultivators who had just undergone tribulation, and countless ordinary cultivators as well.

Not only was Zou Shouzhou dumbfounded, but Yan Wuhen was also shocked and speechless.

This Godslayer Alliance is indeed incredibly powerful!

If this were to be merged into the Xuantian Sect, the Xuantian Sect would instantly become the number one sect in the Kunlun Realm!

And as the sect leader, he would be the most powerful person in the Kunlun Realm.

At that time, that damned Heavenly Demon Sect will be wiped out with a flick of the wrist.

His eyes gleamed, and countless thoughts raced through his mind in an instant.

The young holy son also looked surprised, but was inwardly excited and overjoyed.

These are all disciples of the Xuantian Sect, and forces under Chu Mo's command!

And as the Holy Son, the future sect leader, wouldn't he be...?

"Hahaha..." Zeng Zihui couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

at this time.

Chu Mo and the others finally arrived before everyone. Qin Potian, leading his junior brothers and sisters, stepped forward first and solemnly cupped his hands, saying:

"Qin Potian, Jiang Fengchun, Zhou Lu, and Tang Jingxiang of the Xuantian Sect, I'd like to greet you fellow Daoists. May I ask how I should address you?"

In the past, Xuan Tianzong had to avoid mentioning it, but now there's no need at all, so he spoke very calmly.

Yan Wuhen glanced calmly at the group, nodded slightly, and finally fixed his gaze on Chu Mo, saying with displeasure:

"Perhaps some things are better left unsaid here?"

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