585: Chapter 585 Where is the Immortal Lord?

Just then, a figure stepped through the air, his body surging with a majestic immortal power that far surpassed all the Earth Immortals present.

The pressure of the Earth Immortal Realm Peak swept across the field, causing even the air to become stagnant.

This person had a cold face and an arrogant expression; it was none other than Shen Hanchuan of the Hundred Immortals Alliance!

Behind him were two other figures, each possessing a cultivation level of the Earth Immortal Realm Late Stage.

Shen Hanchuan stood at the front of the three-party coalition, his gaze sweeping over the qing ming boat, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.

"They arrived too quickly. The Immortal Lord is already on his way, but it will take half a day to reach the Chengyun Immortal Domain."

But on second thought, over twenty Earth Immortals and nearly a hundred True Immortals from his side were all here.

Even if the Immortal Lord hadn't arrived, with such a lineup, they might not lack the strength to fight! They wouldn't necessarily lose!

At this thought, the trace of unease in his heart was instantly suppressed, and his expression became cold and arrogant once more.

Shen Hanchuan stared coldly at Xuan Yangzi on the qing ming boat.

"I truly underestimated you a bit. Today, with our Three Great Sects and twenty Earth Immortals, all of you shall die!"

Upon seeing this, the morale of the Cultivators from the Three Great Sects was instantly boosted; the fear on their faces faded, replaced by wild joy and confidence.

With a powerful expert like Shen Hanchuan at the Earth Immortal Realm Peak presiding over them, they finally had the confidence to contend with the Azure Profound Sect.

"Lord Shen!" The three Sect Masters cupped their hands together, their tones incredibly respectful.

Xuan Yangzi's eyes turned slightly cold, and the immortal power around him surged, clashing head-on with Shen Hanchuan's pressure: "Are you in such a hurry to come out and seek death?"

"Arrogant!"

Shen Hanchuan shouted angrily and waved his hand.

"Disciples of the Three Great Sects, follow me and leave none alive!"

Suddenly, the winds and clouds above the horizon changed abruptly, and the clear sky was instantly swept by purple-gold auspicious clouds.

A terrifying and suffocating pressure, far exceeding Shen Hanchuan's Earth Immortal Peak, crashed down like the collapse of the Nine Heavens, instantly enveloping the entire Myriad Beast Mountain!

Fierce winds howled, thunder rolled, the Void Realm twisted and trembled, the mountain cracked, and rubble tumbled down.

The high-level Vicious Beasts of Myriad Beast Mountain were so terrified that they collapsed to the ground, shivering uncontrollably, unable to even let out a roar.

This pressure was so powerful it brought despair, as if heaven and earth themselves had to bow before it.

Under the pressure, the Cultivators of the three-party coalition were all frozen by this terrifying force, their faces pale as paper, their blood churning, and fine streaks of blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.

Everyone subconsciously retreated repeatedly, their steps staggering; some lost their footing and fell heavily to the ground, lacking even the strength to struggle back up.

A figure wearing a purple-gold dragon-patterned robe stepped through the air, surrounded by endless immortal rhythm and protected by purple-gold light.

With every step, the Void Realm dented slightly, yet there was no extra sound, exuding a supreme indifference that looked down upon all living beings.

This person was the Immortal Lord in whom the three forces had placed high hopes. His gaze slowly swept across the field, past Shen Hanchuan, past the three-party coalition, and finally locked directly onto the qing ming boat suspended in mid-air.

He just watched like that for three full breaths.

There was no smile, no wonder, and even the greed deep in his eyes was hidden extremely well, leaving only a calm sense of being in control of everything.

After three breaths, he parted his thin lips, his voice not loud, yet it pierced through the howling winds and thunder, clearly falling into everyone's ears.

"This boat, this Lord wants it."

The battlefield instantly fell silent.

On the qing ming boat, Shi Wanshan was first stunned, his hand holding the spiked club pausing slightly.

He turned to look at Xiao Ruobai beside him, seeing that Xiao Ruobai's expression was calm and he hadn't said a word. He then slowly turned back, his gaze falling on the Immortal Lord again, the daze in his eyes gradually replaced by anger.

"Hey, I say, you old fellow."

Shi Wanshan shouldered the spiked club and took half a step forward, his voice still loud but filled with the anger of building up strength,

"Are you stupid, or did a donkey kick your head?! This qing ming boat is my Sect's treasure. You say you want it, and you get it? Why don't you take a look at yourself in a mirror first!"

The indifference in the Immortal Lord's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by bone-chilling coldness and killing intent.

He slowly raised his eyes and glanced contemptuously at Shi Wanshan, his tone icy and full of disdain: "What a joke! An ant who isn't even an Earth Immortal dares to be noisy before this Venerable One?

Are you fit to discuss the things I've set my sights on? Look at what kind of trash you are, yet you dare to be disrespectful to me!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Sect Master of Myriad Beast Mountain was the first to kneel, his knees slamming heavily onto the rubble with a dull thud.

He was completely oblivious, his forehead pressed against the ground, his voice trembling: "Immortal Lord, please appease your anger! Such an ant is not worthy of tainting your ears!"

The Sect Master of the Xuan Yin Sect added sinisterly: "Hmph, you dare to be arrogant just because of a treasure?

With the Immortal Lord here, so what if you Five Ancestors have slain a Heavenly Immortal?

You will still become the Immortal Lord's prisoners, without even the right to beg for mercy!"

Watching the arrogant display of the opposing force, Xuan Yangzi stood at the bow of the qing ming boat, a cold, mocking sneer curling his lips.

His immortal power surged, and his voice pierced through, every word powerful and resonant, deliberately provoking the Immortal Lord:

"Immortal Lord? Just a rat who covets others' treasures! You dare to speak such big words here?

Let me see just how much ability you, this so-called Immortal Lord, actually have!"

"You're looking for death!"

The Immortal Lord was completely enraged by Xuan Yangzi's words. His immortal pressure instantly surged several times over, crushing toward the qing ming boat like a tsunami.

His face was ashen as he roared, "Today, this Venerable One shall have you completely wiped out, never to rise again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to unleash a blast of immortal power to completely crush the qing ming boat.

But at that moment, atop the qing ming boat, Xiao Hei, who had been lazily lying on Xiao Ruobai's shoulder, suddenly raised its eyes.

Without any extra movement or a powerful aura as a prelude, it just gave the Immortal Lord a faint glance, a flash of impatience in its eyes, like a Vicious Beast whose rest had been disturbed.

It raised its paw and gave a casual swipe. What seemed like a light blow contained power that could destroy heaven and earth.

A streak of pitch-black Qi instantly shot out, directly piercing through the immortal rhythm around the Immortal Lord, ignoring his defense and striking him hard in the chest.

"Puff."

The black Qi lightly struck the Immortal Lord's chest.

The Immortal Lord's body suddenly stiffened, the arrogance on his face instantly freezing, replaced by endless shock and disbelief.

The immortal power around him instantly dissipated, his purple-gold dragon-patterned robe was torn to shreds by the black Qi, and his body flew backward like a broken kite.

He crashed heavily into the main Peak of Myriad Beast Mountain, which shattered with a roar, rubble flying everywhere.

The cultivation he was so proud of was completely helpless against Xiao Hei's casual swipe; his Divine Soul was instantly severely wounded.

His aura instantly withered to the extreme, leaving him without even the strength to stand, only a deep-seated fear remained.

The entire field was deathly silent, with only the echoes of the main Peak's collapse resonating through the mountains. Rubble tumbled down, hitting the ground like heavy hammers striking the hearts of the three-party coalition's Cultivators.

After an unknown amount of time, a Void Immortal Realm Cultivator finally raised his head, trembling all over, his eyes vacant.

His lips quivered, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, yet it carried extreme terror, breaking the deathly silence:

"Wha... what? The Immortal Lord... where is the Immortal Lord?"