Under countless mocking gazes, Ling Feng and his companion strode toward Xianyao Pavilion. They had not even stepped through the entrance when two towering guards blocked their way.0

Both of the men's bodies were covered in thick muscles, sharp light flickered in their eyes and their vitality surged like a dragon. They were body refinement cultivators and their strength had even reached the mid king-tier.0

In the Tianbai Empire, such cultivation was enough to dominate a region. Here in Xianyao Pavilion, they served as nothing more than gatekeepers.0

Naturally, they were not formal disciples of Dongling Immortal Pool. They belonged to forces affiliated with the sacred land. They were...0