Summit of the Old Gods

The penetrating voice filled the Starry Valley.

The slaves, who were diligently working inside and outside the hall, suddenly stopped.

People were stunned, hardly believing what they had heard.

In the Starry Valley, someone actually dared to call out the name of Master Shen?

Is this person tired of living?

Do they want to be whipped to death?

"How bold!" A supervisor sharply turned around, looking toward the direction from which the voice came.

High above, a young man in a straw cape stood in mid-air.

His cold eyes gazed down below.

"Boom!"

Spiritual Sign Believer·Xiaoman, who was moving stones, suddenly loosened her grip, and the large rock fell from her arms to the ground.

She widened her eyes, looking up at the young man in the straw cape in disbelief, murmuring, "Ran...Ran Shen..."

It wasn't just Xiaoman who was dumbfounded; there was also a commotion among the slave groups throughout the hall.

Lu Ran?

The Pride of Da Xia·Lu Ran?!

"So presumptuous! The name of the Master is not for you to call directly!" The supervisor didn't recognize the young man in the sky and, seeing that he was so young, inevitably looked down on him.

The supervisor wasn't willing to miss this chance to show off and immediately raised one hand.

In an instant, a dazzling star fell from a hundred meters high.

Since the young man in the straw cape stood in the air, this undoubtedly greatly shortened the output distance for the Star Official's disciple.

"No..." Xiaoman clenched her small fists, murmuring out loud.

Yet in the next moment, the figure of the young man in the straw cape suddenly disappeared, and almost at the same time, the supervisor's exclamation could be heard.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that the young man in the straw cape had already appeared in front of the supervisor!

He grabbed the supervisor by the neck, lifting him into the air.

"Ah! Ah..." The supervisor was terrified, hands clawing at the young man's hands, legs kicking wildly.

This Star Official's disciple deeply regretted it!

By this moment, he finally realized what kind of person he had provoked.

Previously, the mysterious man in the straw cape stood high in the sky, far from everyone.

But now, the young man in the straw cape stood right in front of the supervisor, his terrifying pressure surging like a tide, pounding against the supervisor.

Think about it carefully, would a common person dare to be so rampant and callously call out Shen Xiaotang's name in the territory of the Starry Valley?

In the end, it was just some people used to throwing their weight around.

Flatterers, accustomed to sycophancy.

"Crack!!"

The Water Flow Armor on the supervisor shattered with a roar.

No one saw the young man in the straw cape use any output technique, yet the supervisor's Water Flow Armor shattered.

Smashed to pieces!

How high was the realm of the young man in the straw cape? And how terrifying was his strength?

"My lord, please... spare..." The supervisor was obviously someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong, quickly changing his tone, begging for mercy in a trembling voice.

The supervisor truly thought he would be squeezed to death.

To this group of Sea Realm Great Powers, people of the River Realm were just ants they could casually trample.

But unexpectedly, the young man in the straw cape released his hand, saying two words: "Kneel."

Lu Ran temporarily didn't plan to cultivate a Star Official Stone Sculpture.

Making full use of resources, this person should first become Nu Ying's disciple.

Or... a Spiritual Sign Disciple!

Dragon Divine General and Chang Ying urgently needed to shed their divine status and quickly transform into Fake God Sculptures so they could enhance their cultivation talent and raise their cultivation limit.

With a thud, the supervisor's legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground, sweat pouring from his forehead, but he had no time to be grateful for surviving.

At this moment, the supervisor had already lost the ability to think, only trembling in instinctive fear.

And from beginning to end, the gaze of the young man in the straw cape had always been on the woman in the purple robe.

She was beautifully attractive, graceful and alluring.

Her luxurious purple robe further accentuated her unattainably noble demeanor.

Indeed, she was the fourth wife of Sect Master Lv Xiao of Thunder Mountain.

Even though Lv Xiao had chosen rigorously.

At this moment, Shen Xiaotang was also looking at Lu Ran, a slight tremor in her heart.

She didn't recognize this young man, either.

But it seemed that his legend had always circulated in Thunder Mountain.

The story had to start from the Heavenly Path Mountain that was annihilated...

The Village Chief of Heavenly Path Mountain·Luo Tiantu once came to Thunder Mountain for help, claiming he had encountered a devil disciple excessively young.

A follower of the Evil Dog!

That youth, clearly just from the River Realm, had forcibly slaughtered many good hands of Heavenly Path Mountain in front of the Sea Realm Great Powers Luo Tiantu and Lady Kong.

Later on, Shen Xiaotang heard the news that Heavenly Path Mountain was engulfed in flames.

Luo Tiantu, at the peak of the Sea Realm, equal in power to the Village Chief's Lady Kong, perished completely.

And now...

An excessively young youth, capable of the Instant Teleportation Technique, stood right in front of her.

Could he be that mysterious follower of the Evil Dog?

The young man before her was clearly not River Realm but Sea Realm... even mid Sea Realm!

In terms of the realm alone, Shen Xiaotang still surpassed the young man in the straw cape, after all, she was the Sea Realm·Fourth Rank.

But the young man's overwhelming arrogance completely suppressed her.

"Who might you be, young friend?" Shen Xiaotang lightly parted her red lips, unexpectedly in a good mood, her voice very pleasant, "This imposing manner of teacher's inquiry, is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?" Lu Ran coldly looked at Shen Xiaotang twenty meters away, "Chang Ying is my classmate. Do you think there's a misunderstanding between us?"

Classmate?

These four words were understood by everyone.

Yet they didn't fit at all with the primitive slave society of the Holy Spirit Mountain.

Shen Xiaotang's heart tightened, immediately recalling the blood-soaked, whip-lashed, dead dog she had just randomly whipped.