Two slaps and a slap

“Boom…”

The Blood Corpse Old Ancestor attacked immediately!

He went all out with his strike.

His terrifying cultivation transformed into boundless power, pressing down on Deng Zhong.

This sudden turn of events caught Deng Zhong completely off guard.

Within the Pseudo-immortal Realm, a four-turn against a one-turn was already a crushing defeat.

What's more, one was ambushing, and the other was completely unprepared.

In a flash, Deng Zhong didn't even have time to resist and was directly suppressed and sealed by the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor.

His trump cards were rendered completely useless.

“You, how dare you?!”

Deng Zhong's eyes were about to pop out, filled with anger, shock, and fury.

He had been certain that the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor wouldn't dare to act.

However, he never expected that the person who had been so submissive to him just a moment ago would act so swiftly and decisively.

“Aren’t you afraid of the Shangqing Immortal Sect’s retaliation?”

It would have been better if he hadn't said that.

The Blood Corpse Old Ancestor became even more energized when he did.

He backhanded a slap across Deng Zhong’s face.

It sent Deng Zhong spinning two and a half times in the air!

“You old geezer, you’re still trying to scare me with the Shangqing Immortal Sect? Do you really think this Old Ancestor was scared into growing up?”

“Isn’t he just an Elder of the Shangqing Immortal Sect? And he’s trying to act like a big shot in front of this Old Ancestor?”

“Do you have the strength to act like a big shot in front of this Old Ancestor?”

At this moment, Deng Zhong felt his head buzzing incessantly.

Within his heart, endless humiliation surged!

It was an unprecedented and utterly disgraceful humiliation!

He, a dignified Elder of the Shangqing Immortal Sect, was now being bullied by a four-turn Pseudo-Immortal like this.

His eyes were bloodshot.

With a distorted face, he snarled, “If you have the guts, kill me now. Otherwise, when this old man breaks free someday, I will make you wish for death but be unable to find it.”

If it had been earlier, the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor might have been intimidated by his Aura, but now, knowing that his Revered Master was so extraordinary and had an irreconcilable grudge with the Shangqing Immortal Sect, his courage was unprecedentedly full.

He backhanded another slap.

“You little bastard, don’t you even look at your own situation? Even now, you dare to threaten this Old Ancestor?”

“Do you think you can do whatever you want by relying on your identity as an Elder of the Shangqing Immortal Sect?”

“When you come to my Spiritual Land, if you’re a Dragon, you must coil. If you’re a tiger, you must lie down.”

These two slaps made the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor feel refreshed and invigorated.

So, this is what it feels like to have a backer!

It felt truly amazing!

In contrast, Deng Zhong was utterly miserable at this moment!

After two slaps, his face was distorted.

He hated it so much!

If he hadn’t wanted to advance further and undergo Reincarnation and re-cultivation, how could he have been humiliated by such an ant?

If he hadn’t been careless and let down his guard, how could he have been so easily captured by the other party?

What he originally thought would be a simple task that could be easily resolved with one trip.

He never expected such an unexpected turn of events midway.

A four-turn Pseudo-Immortal who appeared out of nowhere dared to be so arrogant and overbearing, completely disregarding the Shangqing Immortal Sect.

His eyes, filled with resentment, stared fixedly at the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor, as if to engrave his appearance into his very bones.

Even at this point, Deng Zhong still believed that the other party wouldn't dare to kill him.

If he died, let alone this fellow in front of him, even all the living beings in the entire Spiritual Land would have to be buried with him.

Stared at by those resentful eyes, the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor looked down at Deng Zhong from above.

He mocked, “As expected of someone from a major Sect, even at this point, he’s still so fearless.”

“You wouldn’t think that the reason this Old Ancestor has you imprisoned is because he truly doesn’t dare to kill you, would you?”

Deng Zhong forced himself to calm down.

He said resentfully, “If you dared to kill, why would you wait until now?”

“Tsk tsk, the Shangqing Immortal Sect truly has a grand prestige.”

“If it were anyone else, they truly wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on you.”

“But today, falling into this Old Ancestor’s hands is your misfortune.”

“But don’t worry, this Old Ancestor can’t bear to let you die right now.”

“I still need to take you back to claim credit.”

“If you die, where will this Old Ancestor’s achievement come from?”

These words made Deng Zhong’s heart skip a beat. Having lived for a long time, he sensed an unusual meaning at this moment.

“What do you mean by this?”

The Blood Corpse Old Ancestor had no intention of explaining.

He lifted him with one hand and disappeared from the spot in a leap.

He wanted to bring this person back to the Liuguang Sect and let his Revered Master deal with him.

If he had been resentful earlier about being forcibly taken as a Disciple by Zhong Qing.

Now!

His heart was clearly replaced by fervor.

A backer who isn't even afraid of the Shangqing Immortal Sect—how powerful is that?

Now, he had the opportunity to become a Disciple of such a figure. If he didn't seize this opportunity tightly, then he would have lived all these years in vain!

And this Nine Elder of the Shangqing Immortal Sect was the welcoming gift he would present to his Revered Master.

He believed that by achieving this great merit, he would surely change his Revered Master’s impression of him.

At that time!

As long as he could receive some cultivation from his Revered Master, he could imagine that his future Dao path would be smooth sailing.

Upon thinking of such a situation, the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor’s heart was filled with excitement.

His gaze towards Deng Zhong was even more filled with fervor.

How could this be just an Elder of the Shangqing Immortal Sect? This was clearly his stepping stone to the great Dao!

Deng Zhong’s scalp tingled under the fervent gaze of the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor.

Something about today's events felt strange everywhere.

He couldn't figure out who had given the Blood Corpse Old Ancestor the guts to treat him like this.

However, as the two arrived in the territory of the Liuguang Sect.

When he saw the plaque above the main gate of the Liuguang Sect, a faint answer seemed to emerge in Deng Zhong’s mind.

Liuguang Sect!

Isn’t this where the Sect Master said Zhong Qing was hiding?

Could it be that this person was an expert Zhong Qing invited to deal with him?

But wasn’t Zhong Qing an Emperor Realm cultivator?

How could he have the ability to invite a four-turn Pseudo-immortal Realm expert to act?

Moreover, which four-turn Pseudo-Immortal would dare to go against the Shangqing Immortal Sect for an Emperor Realm being?

Doubt, confusion, and perplexity filled Deng Zhong’s mind.

His heart was covered in a thick layer of gloom.

The Blood Corpse Old Ancestor didn't care about Deng Zhong’s current thoughts.

He carried the sealed Deng Zhong as if he were carrying a small chick, traversing mountains and valleys, arriving in front of the Fuyun Courtyard on Fuyun Ridge.

“Revered Master, Disciple has something to report!”

The Blood Corpse Old Ancestor casually tossed Deng Zhong aside like trash.

He meticulously performed a grand bow at the courtyard gate.

His posture was extremely respectful!

Before long, a faint voice came from inside the courtyard.

“Enter!”

As the words fell, the courtyard gate was pushed open by an invisible force.

Deng Zhong, who was thrown to the ground, looked through the gate and saw a figure sitting in the courtyard, sipping tea.

Just one glance!

It made him look as if his parents had died, and he stood frozen on the spot.

The Sect Master of the Immortal Sect had used a great Divine Ability to draw a portrait of Zhong Qing for him.

Who else could that person be but Zhong Qing?

He had imagined thousands of scenarios for meeting Zhong Qing.

Perhaps he would descend with thunderous momentum, powerfully suppressing and killing the other party directly!

Or perhaps his Pseudo-Immortal Aura would alarm the other party, causing them to flee in all directions, and then he would strike them down with a single palm during their escape.

He never imagined!

It would be this kind of scene!

He, as a captive, was thrown on the ground like a worm, looking up at the other party in an upward gaze!

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