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The Old God General's gaze suddenly turned sharp as he looked in a certain direction and said, "I am going to Transcend Tribulation. Can you stop me?"
A sword-like beam shot through the heavens and split the earth, striking a boulder. The rock exploded, and an old man resembling a Specter flew out, his clothes tattered and his eyes filled with malice.
"Heh heh, if it were just me, I would indeed be no match for you, but my companions who have been revived will not let you go," the old man pointed to the sky and the distance, where experts from the Cultivation world began to realize that there were powerful figures everywhere during the Tribulation Period.
"Younger generation, the time for your Transcend Tribulation has not yet come. Why not wait until we have all recovered our strength before we Transcend Tribulation together? At that time, we can celebrate together and ascend to the heavenly realm. What could be better?" A middle-aged man who did not appear very old spoke up.
"Indeed, as the saying goes, the bird that sticks its head out gets shot. We are all your seniors. Respecting you as a prominent figure in today's Cultivation world is only right. Do not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty. If you Transcend Tribulation now, it will undoubtedly bring Divine Punishment upon us who have been revived, not to mention your intention to eliminate us!" a Female Daoist said.
"I want to Transcend Tribulation in this world; what do you all count for? Get out of my way!" Consort of Rain declared at that moment, exuding an overwhelming presence and ignoring everyone around her.
"So it's you again, girl. I heard you're a disciple of a monkey, and you're even trapped in that cave with him. How about showing us some monkey fist techniques?" an old monster with a somewhat lecherous appearance said.
The crowd erupted in an uproar; openly mocking Consort of Rain without fear shocked them. Even though that person was also a powerful figure during the Tribulation Period, Consort of Rain was regarded as a being more terrifying than a demon in their hearts. Once she became enraged, her countless bizarre tentacles would extend outward, piercing through everyone; those with lower cultivation would surely perish on the spot.
A smile appeared at the corner of Consort of Rain's mouth as she said, "Very well, I shall grant your wish!"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Consort of Rain turned to face the Transcendence Stage Expert who had spoken. A shadow of light flew from her right hand; she suddenly clenched her fist, and with a loud bang from afar, that Transcendence Stage Expert exploded into pieces, blood and flesh scattering everywhere.
The onlookers were astonished; how could an ancient Old Monster be crushed by a single hand?
A Divine Soul attempted to escape quietly, but a Crimson Silk shot out from Consort of Rain's body and wrapped around that person's Divine Soul. He screamed in agony, begging for mercy; he was an unparalleled expert who had gained fame four thousand years ago and had rarely faced defeat in his life. Yet now he couldn't withstand even one move from a junior!
Consort of Rain seemed oblivious to his pleas. In front of everyone’s eyes, she absorbed this Divine Soul into her body like a wisp of ethereal energy. Her complexion transformed instantly, becoming radiant and beautiful beyond compare.
"I once promised him not to use the souls of cultivators to enhance my cultivation or maintain my appearance. Since he has shown me no mercy, I no longer need to uphold any promises," Consort of Rain murmured.
"What kind of cultivation method uses the soul essence of cultivators as nourishment?" a cultivator exclaimed in shock.
"Could it be the Revitalization Technique?" someone murmured. "The Revitalization Technique is the second cultivation method of the Demon Moon Sovereign. How could she possibly have it?"
"Hahaha, I was wondering who it was; turns out it's the so-called number one person of this generation, the Consort of Rain," a lazy voice suddenly echoed from the sky.
A man sat on a glowing orb, his body pale and bare-chested, with large earlobes adorned with two earrings. His eyebrows were mere dots, and his skin was covered in intricate lightning patterns, making him stand out from everyone else.
"Thunder God, do you think that just because Pudu Shanni is not here, no one can deal with you?" came the cold voice of the Ice Snow Consort.
The corner of Thunder God's eye twitched involuntarily as he gritted his teeth and said, "That old woman relies on her many treasures and got lucky to obtain the Celestial Path inheritance of the Compassionate Path. If she had the ability to challenge me barehanded, would I be afraid of her?"
"You beast! Who are you calling an old woman?" a young girl's voice suddenly rang out, causing confusion among the crowd as they turned to see where it came from.
In the center of a group of young people not far away stood a girl, tall and graceful, glaring at Thunder God with a hint of anger on her small face.
"Who is this girl? She looks at most sixteen years old, yet she dares to insult Thunder God. Doesn't she know what level of confrontation this is?" some cultivators whispered among themselves.
"Whose disciple is this kid? She's at the Great Perfection of the Mahayana Stage, and her aura is as sacred and powerful as a phoenix. Even if she started cultivating in her mother's womb, she shouldn't have such high cultivation," the Dragon Queen couldn't help but praise.
"Sister, you may not know; she is Pudu Shanni's only disciple," the Ice Snow Consort explained.
"Why does she look somewhat familiar?" He Qing wondered aloud, feeling like he had seen this girl somewhere before.
Meanwhile, Long Xiao Wu was already drooling, saying, "This little sister is so cute, delicate and petite with a hint of baby fat. I really like her."
"You pervert! You have a thing for minors? She's just a little girl!" Song Baliang criticized Long Xiao Wu with a serious expression.
At that moment, Nangong Wuxin blushed and spoke up, "I... I like it too."
"Wow, so you're a pervert as well!" Song Baliang looked at Nangong Wuxin with a strange expression, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin.
"Ahem!" Zhao Yang coughed to remind them to be mindful of their surroundings.
"Junior Brother, you already have two; you don't want more, do you?" Song Baliang turned to Zhao Yang, his face showing a similar disdain. Then he looked at the group of handsome men surrounding the girl and muttered, "Why do I feel tempted too? And she smells so nice..."
"This damn girl!" Zhao Yang cursed under his breath.
"Who are you cursing? How dare you insult the Fallen Blossom Fairy? Are you tired of living?" A young talent with keen hearing caught Zhao Yang's words and immediately felt compelled to win the girl's favor, hoping to catch her attention.
"Exactly! This guy probably has feelings for the Fallen Blossom Fairy and is deliberately speaking ill to get noticed. Little does he know that such a lack of class will only make him hated. I'll go kill him and present his head to the fairy!" Another handsome young man declared as he strode toward Zhao Yang.
"Senior Brother, that person seems to be Rebel Son Zhao Yang. Are you sure you want to go kill him?" one of the young man's companions cautioned from behind.
"What?" The young man turned pale upon hearing his junior's warning but thought about the stunning beauty behind him and steeled himself to move forward, saying, "What’s Rebel Son compared to me? I'll capture him in no time!"
Zhao Yang remained unmoved, while Song Baliang and Long Xiao Wu stepped aside automatically. The young man approached Zhao Yang and stared into his eyes for a moment without saying a word.
"Who is that guy? How dare he make eye contact with Rebel Son when Rebel Son hasn't done anything to him!" someone exclaimed in surprise.
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