Chapter 1110: Chapter 338: Sikong Yan? Lin Jin? No, No, Something’s Seriously Wrong...

However—

The other party is already at the Spirit Severing Realm; cooperating with them is akin to asking a tiger for its skin.

"One must be strong to forge iron," Zhou Qing’s eyes grew serious. "If I truly decide to help him, I must first enhance my strength. Otherwise, in times of danger, that madman will surely abandon me!"

After thinking it through, Zhou Qing contacted his senior brother and second senior sister once more and went off in search with the old hen...

...

On the outskirts of the ancient beast wilderness, dark clouds hung low, and the entire air was filled with a rancid stench.

This made it evident just how many fierce beasts lived in this terrifying dangerous land.

"Are you sure it’s this place?"

At this moment, an old man in a gray robe stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp like a hawk, staring into the dense forest stretching far ahead.

Beside him, a middle-aged cultivator with a fawning face bowed and reported.

"Absolutely sure! A month ago, I saw that Ghost Mastiff fighting with a demon beast of Demon King level here.

I didn’t think much of it initially, planning to take advantage of their mutual defeat, but unexpectedly the mask on his face got knocked off, and only then did I see it was the face of the Ghost Mastiff."

The old man snorted coldly and casually tossed over a hefty storage bag.

"This is the deposit. Once confirmed, you’ll get the other half."

His tone was indifferent, yet exuded an unquestionable authority. "Our Nangong Family never breaks a promise."

The middle-aged cultivator quickly caught it, not daring to even take a single glance, just responding with a sycophantic smile: "Yes, yes, who doesn’t know of the Nangong Family’s reputation?"

The old man ignored him and turned to look behind him.

There, eighteen cultivators of Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection stood as still as pines, their spiritual power condensed but un-released, forming an overwhelming oppressive force.

In front of the crowd was a young man dressed in a long robe of dark gold, his face stern, exuding a sharp martial aura from between his brows.

He didn’t intentionally release his intimidation, yet just standing there, he seemed like a sword drawn from its sheath, shining with brilliance!

Nangong Lu, the contemporary Taoist of the Nangong Family, a direct disciple secretly cultivated by the Spirit Severing Realm ancestor!

Though young, he was already at Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection and had the astonishing record of single-handedly defeating five cultivators of the same level.

This time, after the humiliation suffered by the Nangong Family, becoming the laughingstock of all families, the ancestor initially intended to intervene personally, but was stopped by Nangong Lu.

"Someone who can cut down nine of the same level? Whether true or false, he’s a perfect stepping stone for my fame."

This was what Nangong Lu told his master before setting off!

For this journey, the master not only bestowed numerous heavy treasures but also dispatched more than half of the family’s Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection cultivators to him.

A total of twenty Divinity Transformation Perfection cultivators; if they couldn’t take down a "Mr. Ji," wouldn’t that be a joke?

"I’m quite curious," Nangong Lu’s voice was as cold as the nether ice, "What kind of face is hidden beneath that mask of yours?"

He rotated his neck a bit, "However, I prefer such... grindstones like you."

Then, he turned around to face the crowd behind him, issuing a cold order: "Remember, I want the Ghost Mastiff alive. As for Mr. Ji..."

A flash of blood in his eyes, "I want to remove his mask with my own hands."

"Yes, sir!"

The group saluted and then swiftly entered the ancient beast wilderness.

The middle-aged cultivator behind them watched this scene and couldn’t help but click his tongue.

The Nangong Family’s foundation is truly terrifying. Even after losing six Perfection-levels, they can still field such an ensemble.

"That Mr. Ji is asking for death, daring to hover around after offending the Nangong Family..."

He muttered to himself, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine.

"Aren’t you going to lead the way?"

The sinister voice of the gray-robed old man sounded in his ears, "Don’t you want the rest of your reward?"

The middle-aged cultivator shivered all over and quickly caught up with brisk steps.

...

"Junior brother, quickly leave!"

Just as Zhou Qing was rushing toward the location marked by his senior brother, the Communication Jade Scroll in his hand suddenly lit up with a glaring red light.

He was momentarily stunned, his face changed dramatically, and before he could inquire further, his second senior sister’s message followed immediately:

"Xiao Qing, the boss is joking with you, we’re planning to go deeper to train, don’t come over! Having you nearby would make us dependent, which isn’t good for honing our Realm!"

The easy-going tone made Zhou Qing’s pupils shrink suddenly.

He stared hard at the two messages—senior brother was always sparing with words, and his second senior sister wouldn’t explain things for no reason.

"Alright, be careful then!" Zhou Qing replied back with the same message to both of them, but no one responded further.

"Something’s happened!"

He was absolutely sure of it, a golden stream of light burst forth, and his form instantly transformed into the Golden-winged Roc.

The enormous gilded wings cut through the sky, heading straight for the destination.

...

After two hours of extreme flight, Zhou Qing who transformed into a Golden-winged Roc tore through the clouds, finally approaching the location marked by his senior brother.

Even before truly arriving, he saw a crimson canopy—a sky not tinted by sunset, but an embodiment of his senior brother’s Blood Battle Path Intent Realm pushed to its pinnacle!

The entire sky seemed soaked in blood, and even the air was thick with a metallic, bloody smell.

"Senior brother was driven to such a degree?!"

Zhou Qing’s heart pounded wildly, the sharp gaze of the Golden-winged Roc pierced through the bloody mist, finally revealing the scene at the heart of the battlefield.

The Ghost Mastiff knelt on one knee, the black-scaled spear deeply embedded in the ground, its shaft soaked in blood.

His back remained ramrod straight, but his spiritual power was nearly exhausted, every muscle trembling.

Behind him, Luo Lingling was protected by a thin, blood-red light shield, with blossoms of blood blooming on her white clothes and blood seeping from the corners of her lips.

The most frightening was the encirclement—twenty cultivators of Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection!

Several elderly figures wore robes embroidered with ferocious dragon patterns, making Zhou Qing instantly realize their identity.