Chapter 581 — The Eccentric Guests Around the Cult Leader
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The youth shook his head. "I only want to collect some demon-god bodies and primordial spirits. Why would I seek out a junior like the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping? He is not yet worth collecting."
He was about to leave when suddenly an old man covered in wrinkles, carrying a large chest and bearing a great furnace on his back, walked out of the Spirit-Energy Transference Bridge, his face full of smiles, cheerful and jovial.
"Why is everyone coming from Jingping today such an eccentric?"
The guards wondered, "First came a youth with two deer legs, then came two eccentrics carrying chests..."
When the youth saw this old man carrying a furnace and a chest, his expression changed drastically, his face turning incomparably gloomy. "Mojiang, I've been looking for you for a long time!"
When the old man saw him, his expression also changed. The smile on his face stiffened. "Aba, ah, ah!"
"That's right, it's me—Xing'an!"
Xing'an's killing intent surged to the heavens. He said coldly, "Although you are no longer worth collecting now, you trapped me for so long. This grudge must be repaid..."
"Mojiang, you run so fast!"
The Spirit-Energy Transference Bridge flickered with light, and a man of incomparably massive build, draped in a great cloak, walked out from the bridge, carrying a great blade on his shoulder. He laughed and said, "Your chest is still the best—it turns into a boat and takes off running, so fast I could never catch up... Xing'an!"
"Heaven Blade!"
Xing'an's eye twitched. The chest behind him suddenly retracted its legs and hid behind him, clearly still remembering being dismembered by the Butcher.
Xing'an clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly, "You've also broken through the Spirit Bridge and entered the Heavenly Palace? A Mojiang, a Heaven Blade—two deities, both enemies! Heh heh, you can come at me together."
The Butcher's eyes blazed with light as he laughed heartily. "Xing'an, I chased you eighty thousand li and you still escaped. You're impressive! That old fellow Lizheng said your abilities were extremely strong. It's a pity Lizheng is dead, but you're still alive. I've long wanted to test you!"
Xing'an smiled slightly and said leisurely, "The Human Emperor Sword God? He ceased to be my match long ago. Come at me together. After I finish you off, I still need to hunt demon gods to enrich my collection."
The Spirit-Energy Transference Bridge flickered with light again, and an old man in blue robes with a slender figure walked out, his bearing extraordinary, like a high and mighty prince. He touched his two iron ears, found they were still there, and only then breathed a sigh of relief. He said suspiciously, "Was this bridge built by Shen'er? Shen'er has indeed grown more and more capable... Xing'an!"
"Kui Sou, that little brat Xing'an has cultivated into a deity!"
The Butcher shouted, "You're the weakest—be careful!"
The Spirit-Energy Transference Bridge flickered with light, and everyone's eyes could not help but brighten. A peerless beauty walked out from the radiance. Her beautiful eyes glanced about, and everyone was somewhat dazed.
"Xing'an?" she said in surprise.
"Grandmother Zhu, age a little more—don't make me lose my focus!"
The Butcher said angrily, "When the time comes, we'll all attack together and take this bastard down!"
From the Spirit-Energy Transference Bridge, another short old man walked out, carrying a black dragon spear on his back. He said leisurely, "Xing'an, you have quite the big mouth."
Behind him followed a thin, dry old man with a foolish grin. Catching sight of Xing'an, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly turned to return to the Spirit-Energy Transference Bridge, but the old man with the black spear grabbed his sleeve, and he had no choice but to stay.
Xing'an's gaze shifted from Grandmother Zhu's face to the blind old man. He sneered, "All my old rivals have arrived. Perfect—I'll send you all on your way together."