The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

"What's going on? How did I get out?" someone shouted in surprise.

"Fuck, I was just dating a beautiful casual cultivator. I just took off her pants and she came out. Fuck!" A family member complained angrily, his face full of unwillingness and anger.

"Brother, is this the female cultivator you are talking about? Hahaha!" A young man in a black robe pointed at the female cultivator with a pair of long white legs and said with a lewd smile. His eyes were full of greed and obscenity.

"Stop it right there..." the family member shouted after hearing it!

There was an uproar at the entrance to the secret underwater realm at this time. People were talking about it. Some were angry, some were surprised, and some were confused.

They didn't know what had happened or why they suddenly came out of the secret realm.

……

"Shut up, everyone. Stand still, or you'll die!"

Along with this angry shout, a cold and murderous voice reached everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful pressure surged like a raging storm, making everyone feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

The surrounding sea water seemed to be affected by this pressure and began to surge continuously, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

Those monks with weaker strength could no longer withstand this pressure and fell to their knees, their bodies trembling.

Their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they would be crushed by this pressure in the next moment.

"Tell me! Who killed my grandson? Why did the genius of my Meng family perish in this secret realm?"

Meng Dagang's face was terribly gloomy, his eyes flashing with cold light. He glanced at the more than 300 people coming out of the secret realm and asked in a cold tone.

His voice was like the cold wind in the dead of winter, making people shudder.

"Old ghost Meng! You've gone too far. What if you scare my good disciple?" Shenyang was furious when he saw that Meng Dagang was so shameless.

He hurried to his disciple and used his magical powers to eliminate the pressure around him.

These old guys are all in the late spiritual realm, so naturally they are not afraid of this guy Meng Dagang.

Other powerful people in the spiritual realm also came to their descendants and helped to offset the pressure.

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Meng, it is normal for people to die in the secret realm. You can't prevent them from leaving just because your grandson died in there!" Haida, the great elder of the Hanhai Sect, also looked at Meng Dagang angrily, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he was obviously extremely dissatisfied with his actions.

Ying Lao and Xia Aoxue stood quietly by, staring at each other coldly without saying a word, but the coldness in their eyes made people shudder.

The two of them have been guarding here almost all the time, protecting the safety of these little guys.

As for Crown Prince Xia Aoran, he had already returned to the palace to handle state affairs.

"Hmph! The people who entered the secret realm and whose strength is almost the same as my grandson are your disciple from Shenyang - Ma Shuo, one is the direct disciple of Hanhai Sect - Qin Rushuang, and one is the direct disciple of Jianyuan Sect - Lin Yanran. The other one is the royal Xia family - Xia Qidu. Qingyu's death is inseparable from them!" Seeing the hostility from many spiritual realm powerhouses, Meng Dagang, who was angry, ignored it completely and said in a cold voice.

"Haha, are you here to make fun of me? You blame them for your grandson's death in the secret realm because he was not strong enough. Where is the evidence?" Shenyang said disdainfully after hearing Meng Dagang's words.

"You! Humph! Qingyu has a spiritual body of mine in his body, and he was hit by my full force, but it was shattered by the murderer. But he must have the aura of my Meng family's clan martial arts, the Zhoutian Sword Art! Let me find out whether it is true or not!" Meng Dagang stroked his beard and said confidently.

Zhang Chentian was not surprised when he didn't hear his name, after all, his strength had not been exposed.

Although he is not afraid of the Meng family, the Zhang family is still too weak now, so it is better not to be exposed if possible.

As for the aura of the Zhoutian Sword Technique, it had long been wiped out by the small tower.

"Meng Laogui, who do you think you are? With all due respect, you're not even worthy enough to investigate my Hanhai Sect's direct disciples!" Haida said gloomily. His voice was filled with anger and majesty, as if to shake the entire world.

"Well said! If you can arbitrarily investigate the geniuses of our various factions with just a few casual words, then how can our sects have the dignity to survive in the Northern Li Territory? Wouldn't you be chilling the hearts of our disciples by doing this?"

Zhou Wangchuan stood up and refuted righteously. He held Lin Yanran tightly behind him, his eyes revealing a determined protective intention.

Although Ying Lao and Shen Yang did not speak, their actions showed their stance. They stood aside silently, supporting Haida and Zhou Wangchuan with practical actions.

As for Zhong Wude, he watched everything happening in front of him with great interest.

He seemed not to care about the dispute and just watched it as a show.

However, his presence gives people an invisible pressure, making people dare not easily ignore his attitude.

Looking at Meng Dagang with an ugly expression, Lin Yanran first bowed respectfully to him, then said:

“Senior Meng, after I entered the secret realm, I accidentally discovered a sword mountain covered with sword grass.

As I was collecting the Sword Intent Grass, I suddenly realized that Meng Qingyu was there too. Since we were equally strong, a fierce battle would only benefit the other party.

Therefore, we agreed to each occupy half of the territory and not interfere with each other.

After that, we never met again, and I was unaware of his death. Any disciple of your Meng family can attest to this."

Hearing this, Meng Dagang turned to look at the only eight remaining disciples of the Meng family and asked in a serious tone, "Does anyone among you know about this?"

Hearing the ancestor's question, Meng Qingfeng felt uneasy, but he still mustered up the courage to answer carefully:

"Reporting to the ancestor, what Miss Yanran said is true, and this disciple can testify to it."

Meng Dagang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring at Meng Qingfeng's eyes, as if he wanted to see through everything through his eyes.

With years of experience and keen insight, he can easily tell whether the other person is lying.

At this moment, he was sure that what Meng Qingfeng said was true, and the doubts in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Well, since this matter has been confirmed to have nothing to do with Lin Yanran, I am not an unreasonable person."

Meng Dagang's tone was firm, but the hostility in his eyes had not completely disappeared.

Then, he turned to look at the others, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes:

"I am willing to give out eight thousand medium-grade spirit stones as compensation to all the geniuses. Are you satisfied with this?" His voice was filled with unquestionable majesty, and people dared not refute it easily.

At this time, there was silence in the audience, and everyone was shocked by Meng Dagang's decision.

Eight thousand medium-grade spirit stones are a considerable fortune for ordinary spiritual realm cultivators, enough for them to practice for a long time.

And Meng Dagang took it out without hesitation, showing his magnanimity and determination.