The goofy junior sister is the most eccentric person in the entire cultivation world.

A low-grade level 6 rune possesses the attack power of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator or an early-stage Divine Transformation cultivator. What's more, these are all mid-grade runes, each one being no less than a full-force strike from an early-stage Divine Transformation cultivator.

Shen Rugo threw out more than twenty cards this time, which is equivalent to more than twenty early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators attacking recklessly. Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would not be able to withstand it.

Ling Zhan's face turned ashen, and he turned and fled.

"Want to leave? It's too late!"

Shen Rugo's tone was indifferent.

She took out an array plate and casually tossed it into the air.

The array plate grew as it faced the wind, transforming into nine lifelike fire dragons that instantly trapped Ling Zhan in the center.

Nine Dragons Departing from Fire Formation!

"Roar!"

The nine-headed fire dragon roared to the sky, spewing out towering flames.

This flame is no ordinary fire, but the essence of the fire between heaven and earth, which specifically burns the soul. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to withstand.

Ling Zhan was trapped in the formation, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the fire dragon's blockade.

At the same time, the more than twenty level-six runes also exploded.

"Shen Rugo! Let me out! I'll never oppose you again! I'm willing to acknowledge you as my master!"

Ling Zhan roared fiercely in the formation, his voice filled with despair.

Shen Rugo remained unmoved, her fingertips surging with spiritual energy as she manipulated the great formation, causing the flames to burn even more fiercely.

Zhao Cai also took the opportunity to seek revenge, flying outside the formation and spewing in mouthfuls of golden flames.

Under the combined attack from both inside and outside, Ling Zhan's heart-wrenching screams echoed through the sky within the Nine Dragons Departing Fire Formation.

Finally, a piercing scream faded away, and then all was silence.

After the Nine Dragons Fire Formation was removed, only a pile of black charcoal remained in the formation.

Ling Zhan, the first protector of Wanbaoge and a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, has fallen!

Shen Rugo smiled faintly and turned to look at the Myriad Realms Dragon Warship in the distance.

On the warship, everyone from the Star Palace was completely silent, staring in disbelief, their faces filled with shock.

The battle just now, from the moment Zhao Cai made his move to the moment Ling Zhan died, lasted only twenty or thirty breaths.

However, all of Wanbaoge's hundreds of experts were wiped out, including two Nascent Soul cultivators!

"Gudong!"

Chen Tianba swallowed hard and muttered, "Junior Sister, she seems... she seems even more monstrous."

"Not just perverted, he's inhuman!"

Xiao Qiushui nodded in deep agreement.

"Let's keep going!"

Shen Rugo gracefully returned to the warship, smiled slightly at everyone, and gave a soft instruction.

His expression was calm and indifferent, as if he had just casually swatted a few flies.

The Myriad Realms Dragon Warship set off once more, transforming into a streak of light as it flew towards Mount Tongtian.

Half a day later, the misty Tongtian Mountain came into view in the distance.

Tongtian Mountain truly lives up to its name.

Rising abruptly from the ground, it soars over ten thousand feet high, piercing the clouds.

Strangely, this mountain has no peak. It is as if the entire mountain was cut in half by an immense force, forming a huge platform that is as smooth as a mirror.

From a distance, it looks like a giant tree that has grown for hundreds of millions of years, with its crown cut off by a god's sword, leaving only the thick trunk standing between heaven and earth.

The platform's edge is shrouded in mist, and flocks of cranes often fly by, emitting clear and melodious calls.

Sunlight streamed onto the platform, reflecting a faint golden glow. These were defensive array patterns carved into the surface by ancient powerful beings, which continued to operate even after hundreds of thousands of years.

At this moment, the area at the foot of Tongtian Mountain was already bustling with activity.

Thousands of sects have set up camp here, with tents, flying boats, and palace-like magical artifacts scattered densely across the plains within a radius of hundreds of miles. As far as the eye can see, banners are waving and cultivators in various attire are moving about, with a number that is probably no less than hundreds of thousands.

"The sect competition is starting in five days. Do you think the Star Palace dares to come?"

A middle-aged cultivator dressed in a blue Taoist robe sat in the tea stall, slowly speaking while holding a cup of spiritual tea.

He was surrounded by seven or eight fellow disciples, all from a mid-level sect called Qingyun Sect.

"I'm looking at Xuan!"

A young disciple with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face sneered, "The Star Palace is indeed riding high recently, having seized many branches of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, but that's all thanks to sneak attacks and tricks."

I've heard that the Wanbao Pavilion has laid a tight net around Tongtian Mountain, with Ancestor Lingtian personally leading the team. If the Star Palace dares to come, wouldn't they be walking right into their trap?

Another fat cultivator chimed in: "That's right! The Myriad Treasures Pavilion has several Nascent Soul Ancestors, and the Blood Coffin Ancestor is even at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, just one step away from the Void Refinement stage."

What gives the Star Palace the confidence to resist?

Inside the teahouse, other cultivators joined in the discussion.

"If you ask me, the Star Palace is just a bunch of arrogant bastards who don't know their own limitations! They robbed a few branches of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, and they really think they can challenge the number one merchant guild in the world? How naive!"

An elderly man with a white beard stroked his beard and said.

"I heard that their leader is a girl who is twelve or thirteen years old?"

Isn't this ridiculous? Do you really think this is child's play?

Ignorant and laughable!

Another female cultivator echoed her sentiment, her tone full of disdain.

"Haha, what this fairy says is true!"

A burst of laughter erupted in the teahouse.

Upon hearing this, disciples from another sect nearby also gathered around.

"What you fellow Daoists say makes sense. Our master said the other day that if the Star Palace were smart, they should find a deep mountain forest to hide in and wait for the storm to pass before coming out."

"If anyone dares to participate in the sect competition, it's like an old man hanging himself—they're tired of living!"

"Wanbaoge has already declared that if Xingchen Palace dares to show its face, they will be made to return home empty-handed!"

"Tsk tsk, this is going to be good."

"I'd like to see how the Star Palace gets dealt with by the Myriad Treasures Pavilion!"

"tidy?

I think it's an extermination of the entire family!

This time, Wanbaoge was truly enraged. How could they save face if they didn't uproot the Star Palace completely?

……

Not only in this teahouse, but in almost every inhabited place at the foot of Tongtian Mountain, people are talking about this topic.

The vast majority of people believed that the Star Palace would not dare to come, and those few who thought they would come asserted that they would surely die.

"If you ask me, the Star Palace is just a coward right now!"

They're all high and mighty when they're robbing, but when it comes down to real fighting, they disappear without a trace!

"That's right. The sect competition starts in five days. They live so far away. If they wanted to come, they should have arrived long ago."

"What do you mean 'should have arrived'? I think they probably arrived a long time ago, but they never made it here. They were wiped out by Wanbaoge on the way!"

"Haha, this fellow Daoist is absolutely right! A little-known sect dares to rob the Myriad Treasures Pavilion? They're practically courting death!"

……

The discussions were mixed with mockery, disdain, and curiosity.

Deep in the valley, Ling Tian's face was ashen.

He stood atop a giant rock, with three Nascent Soul elders behind him, followed by more than thirty Nascent Soul elders and dozens of Golden Core peak cultivators.

"Not here yet?"

Ling Tian's voice was as cold as ice.

"Reporting to the guild leader, we have people stationed at all the key roads within 500 miles. As soon as the Star Palace appears, we will be able to detect it immediately."

An elder at the Nascent Soul stage bowed and replied.

The Blood Coffin Ancestor sat cross-legged on his blood-red coffin, the surface of which was covered with blood-like patterns that flowed slowly, emitting a nauseatingly bloody stench.

His eyes were closed, but the murderous aura emanating from him was almost tangible, inspiring fear in those who looked upon him.

"Ling Tian, ​​you're such a waste! You've made me waste so many days of my time. I doubt the Star Palace would dare to come! Why don't we just charge over there!"

The Blood Coffin Ancestor suddenly spoke, his voice filled with anger.