In the north of Tianyu City, the convoy of the Prince of Fu's mansion had been waiting for a long time.

In the central carriage of the convoy sat Zhou Bosheng and Chu Jiaoyang.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang He's announcement came from outside: "Your Highness, the people from the Spirit Sect have arrived!"

Zhou Bosheng lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the Lingzong entourage approaching from afar.

Lingzong's entourage was small, with fewer than ten people including Changping Tai at the front.

Most of these people came from Lingzong and its vassals, and were all acquaintances of Zhou Bosheng.

Just as Zhou Bosheng was about to look away, someone caught his attention.

Who is that young man?

Why can they stand shoulder to shoulder with Changping Tai?

Just as Zhou Bosheng was sizing up Chang Heng, Chang Heng also looked at Zhou Bosheng.

With just one glance, Zhou Bosheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Just then, a hand landed on Zhou Bosheng's shoulder.

The owner of the hand was none other than Chu Jiaoyang.

"Your Highness, close your eyes!"

After he finished speaking, pure white aura surged from Chu Jiaoyang's palm.

After being swept away by the righteous energy several times, Zhou Bosheng finally felt the existence of his body.

He quickly looked away, afraid to even glance at the person again.

"Chu Xian..."

Zhou Bosheng turned around to speak, but his expression suddenly changed.

Chu Jiaoyang's face was terrifyingly pale.

Large beads of sweat dripped continuously from his forehead.

His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

The outside world was also shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

Chang Pingtai and his entourage drove by, ignoring the procession from the Prince of Fu's residence.

The powerful figures from the Prince of Fu's mansion made way for them like puppets on strings.

Only after the Lingzong group had gone far away did a trace of color return to Chu Jiaoyang's face.

"Invincible in the human world!"

He spoke with a complicated expression.

Zhou Bosheng's expression changed drastically: "Mr. Chu, what should we do?"

Even someone with unparalleled skill would be considered unattainable for him.

"Your Highness need not worry. Since he has not made a move, it means he will not attack us."

As for how to deal with him, that's a matter for the senior members of the academy.

Zhou Bosheng finally breathed a sigh of relief after Chu Jiaoyang finished speaking.

......

The structure of the troops in Chuzhou is very simple.

More than a hundred halberd-wielding warriors guarded the Overlord's carriage.

Zhou Boxing held absolute power in Chuzhou.

Such a good thing as the Royal Family's Secret Realm is naturally not for anyone else.

Does anyone have any objections?

There might have been before, but there certainly isn't now.

Those who have objections have already set off.

Sitting in the carriage, Zhou Boxing's face showed neither joy nor sorrow.

A bronze halberd lay horizontally in front of him.

True energy circulates within the halberd.

Since returning from Qingzhou, he has been in seclusion.

Although there has been no breakthrough in strength, the condition has been adjusted.

This time, he's going to fight his way up.

He had reached the pinnacle of Dharma, but he had been there for far too long.

......

Zhongzhou, Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Shoucheng packed his bags and went to the Taoist temple in the mountains.

Inside the temple, people were already waiting.

That person was none other than Zhang Tao, the current master of Longhu Mountain.

Upon seeing that it was his own master, Zhang Shoucheng couldn't help but ask, "Master, where is the Grandmaster?"

"Our patriarch has gone into seclusion!"

Zhang Tao glanced at Zhang Shoucheng.

He understood Zhang Shoucheng's meaning perfectly well.

This kid is looking down on himself, thinking he can't protect him.

But Zhang Tao disagreed. He wasn't coming down from the mountain to compete for the Dharma Body Pill.

As someone who is unambitious and ranked sixth on the Heavenly Hero List, there's no reason why he couldn't protect Zhang Shoucheng.

"ah!"

"What 'huh'? Let's go!"

Zhang Tao flicked his sleeves and stepped out of the Taoist temple.

......

After Zhang Tao and his apprentice set off, a figure quietly followed them from the back of Longhu Mountain.

That person was none other than Zhang San.

Originally, he planned to take Zhang Shoucheng with him.

But an ominous premonition always lingered in my heart.

Once you reach his level, you're not far off from being invincible.

He couldn't understand what could possibly threaten him.

After much thought, only one possibility came to mind: the Immortal Sect.

Only the immortal sects could make him feel a sense of crisis.

The more this was the case, the more curious Zhang San became about what the Immortal Sect was up to.

However, he did not intend to appear openly, but instead chose to remain hidden in the shadows.

......

Tiandu is located 30 li away from the West Gate.

A strange procession is moving forward.

What's strange is that one team has three different styles.

Three styles, yet completely different.

But ironically, they are all mixed together.

The main body of the team consists of the largest number of soldiers.

These soldiers stood guard on the outer perimeter, their synchronized steps demonstrating their elite status.

In the center of the procession, a large banner was planted on the carriage.

The flag bears a large character “蜀” (Shu).

If you only look at the flags, you would naturally think that the leader of this team is Zhou Zhenbian, the King of Shu.

The Shu King's carriage was indeed in the center of the procession.

But Zhou Zhenbian, sitting in the carriage, knew very well that he was just a puppet on this trip eastward.

Not far from where the horse-drawn carriages were located in Zhouzhen, the two groups of people and horses were clearly separated.

One side came from the Jianmen sect, and most of them wore blue robes and carried swords.

At the very front of the group was a middle-aged swordsman.

The middle-aged swordsman looked unremarkable. If you threw him into a crowd, you probably wouldn't believe that he was the man who had dominated the Heavenly Hero Ranking for decades.

The middle-aged swordsman was none other than Ye Gu, the Sword Emperor and master of the Sword Sect.

Three people followed behind him.

The three of them are dressed in a completely different style from the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Ye Baiyun, dressed in a snow-white robe, with a sword hanging at his waist.

Zhou Tianxiong, with a black robe adorned with flying pythons and dragons, and his black hair casually draped over his shoulders, looked quite rugged.

Kuang Yutian was still dressed in a close-fitting short-sleeved shirt, his chiseled face unsmiling.

Next to Jianmen was another team.

Everyone in this group was wearing dark blue monk robes.

Their attire was completely different from that of the monks of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and they were not monks of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This group of people came from the west of Shu Prefecture and were all descendants of the Snow Mountain tribe.

The leader walked side by side with Ye Gu.

Although there was no communication between the two, it was enough to prove their identities.

He was born in the Tantric Temple and was one of the three great masters, Panshe Guru, a top-level demigod who was unmatched in the human world.

Behind him were two people, one young and one old.

The elder was Yelü Boqi, the current patriarch of the Snow Mountain tribe.

The younger one is Ban Chan, a Buddhist disciple of the Mizang Temple.

Two people in this team seem a bit out of place.

The two looked exactly alike, both with scars on their faces.

Beneath the monk's hat, there was a thick layer of hair that could not be concealed.

"Big brother, this time we're going to have a good, satisfying fight!"

One of them spoke up.

"Idiot, shut up!"

Lei Xun cursed under his breath.

This idiot, if you want revenge, just do it. Why be so high-profile?

If these fools don't protect their two brothers, won't they be sending sheep to the wolves?

The power of the four major families can be sensed even from the rumors.

Although they were defeated in the Battle of Jiangzhou.

But just the number of Dharma Image Perfectionists who died there from the four major families alone is considerable.

Not to mention that among these perfect Dharma forms, there are also top-tier experts comparable to the top ten on the Heavenly Hero Ranking.