He is the senior uncle of Song Kunlun, the sect leader of Qingxuan Sect. He is powerful and experienced.
He knew all too well how terrifying and horrific the beast tide was; once it broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"This scale is definitely a beast tide. But who killed these demonic beasts? In Tianyuan County, who has such great ability to kill so many demonic beasts at once?"
"I am puzzled," asked the carefree king of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, his gaze sweeping over everyone as he tried to find the answer.
"In Tianyuan County, only my master, Xiang Wantang, has such abilities, right?"
Wang Dingtian, the Supreme Elder of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, was already a mid-stage Yuan Dan Realm expert and had no doubt about Xiang Wantang's strength.
"Junior brother, you're right. But where is he now? Why is there no sign of him?"
The carefree king became somewhat worried, his eyes flashing with concern and unease.
He was somewhat worried that his martial uncle had died in this beast tide, since a beast tide was almost impossible for humans to withstand.
"Master will be alright."
Wang Dingtian said this, but in his heart he was actually a little uneasy.
He knew that Xiang Wantang was powerful, but the power of the beast tide should not be underestimated.
He could only pray silently, hoping that his master would be safe and sound.
"Now that the beast tide here has been completely quelled and the crisis has been averted, we will not linger any longer and will leave first."
The White-Browed Elder glanced around, and after confirming that there was nothing amiss, he spoke calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he and Chen Tingxue flashed into two streaks of light and quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Although he and Chen Tingxue knew the secret of the Yin-Yang Tree, they had a good relationship with Fang Han and dared not covet it.
At the same time, Song Kunlun and Elder Yan Jue of the Qingxuan Sect exchanged a glance, then took off on their swords. The sword light was like a dragon, drawing two magnificent trajectories in the sky before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
However, the carefree king and Wang Dingtian of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect did not leave with them.
Their expressions were solemn as they stared intently at the haphazardly lying corpses of the demonic beasts. Many of these beasts bore obvious wounds, clearly unique marks left by the Dragon Abyss Sword Technique.
Looking across the entire Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, the only one with such strength to unleash such a fierce sword technique and severely injure a Beast King-level demon beast is probably the former sect master, Xiang Wantang.
Wang Dingtian frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Xiaoyao Wang and said, "Sect Master, judging from the current situation, the old sect master is very likely in this Yin-Yang Mountain. We might as well split up and search every corner of this Yin-Yang Mountain carefully; perhaps we can find traces of the old sect master."
The carefree king nodded slightly: "Alright, as you say. We will split into two groups and search carefully, making sure not to miss any clues."
"If Xiang Wantang hadn't sacrificed her core at all costs, how could these powerful beast king-level monsters have perished here?"
Just as everyone was preparing to take action, a mocking and disdainful sneer suddenly rang in their ears.
Both Xiaoyao Wang and Wang Dingtian were startled and looked in the direction of the sound.
In the sky, a monk riding a golden crow was slowly descending.
This monk had a fat head and big ears, a face full of fat, and a pair of small eyes that gleamed with cunning and ferocity. He exuded a nauseating greasy smell.
"Iron Monk, what brings you to Yin-Yang Mountain?"
Upon seeing the big monk, the carefree king's face instantly turned extremely ugly, his eyes filled with vigilance and shock.
It turns out that this great monk was not from Yanlong Kingdom, but from Jinwu Kingdom, which had a long-standing feud with Yanlong Kingdom.
He was the number one expert in the Golden Crow Kingdom and also served as the country's national advisor. He held a prestigious position and was renowned throughout the kingdom.
It is said that this person's cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage, and his strength is unfathomable.
In recent years, relations between the Golden Crow Kingdom and the Flame Dragon Kingdom have become increasingly tense, with frequent border conflicts.
The Wujin Kingdom is located north of the Yanlong Kingdom. The Zhenbei King Xiao Zhan commands the renowned Zhenbei Army, which is stationed on the northern border of the Yanlong Kingdom year-round. They frequently engage in fierce battles with the Jinwu Kingdom's army, with both sides experiencing victories and defeats, resulting in a stalemate.
"Hmph! I, Iron Monk, roam the Qiankun Continent, going wherever I please. Do you think you can control me, the Great Monk? Although you two are both at the Yuan Dan realm, and both in the mid-stage, you are nothing but ants before a powerful figure like me at the Ling Ying realm. You are no match for me. Now, I order you to get out of this Yin Yang Mountain immediately, or don't blame me for being merciless with my staff and making your blood splatter on the spot!"
The senior monk, Iron Monk, smiled coldly, his face full of arrogance.
After saying that, he suddenly waved his hand, and a thick Zen staff instantly appeared in his hand.
The staff radiated a cold, eerie light and was covered with mysterious runes. It exuded a powerful aura that sent chills down one's spine, as if it contained boundless power.
"Iron Monk, listen up! This is the territory of my Yanlong Kingdom. Are you trying to openly provoke a bloodbath in the cultivation world and start a brutal war by acting so recklessly?"
With piercing eyes and an upright posture, the Carefree King stared fearlessly at the Iron Monk opposite him and shouted loudly.
However, although the carefree king appeared calm and spoke with conviction, he was not at all complacent.
His expression hardened, and he clenched his right hand, instantly conjuring a sword that gleamed with a sharp, cold light in his palm. The sword was long and slender, with an incomparably sharp blade, and faint sword energy emanated from it.
It turns out that when Fang Han was at the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, he had given this Carefree King some careful guidance.
Fang Han, a master swordsman, possessed unfathomable swordsmanship skills. After receiving his guidance, the carefree prince's understanding of swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.
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