Spirit Vessel

“How impudent! Do you know who you’re speaking to?!” The lad with the last name Wang stood up and condensed a wave of energy before unleashing it on the wall. The air started to have ripples like water.

“Penetrating Lion Seal, a supreme technique from the Seventh Hall of the Senluo Temple. Looks like a heretical expert.”

“Their Hall Lord got killed after the failed attempt at attacking the southern Feng. They had to run to the Western Realm Prefecture and relied on the Yue.”

This was indeed the Penetrating Lion Seal from Wang Teng. It contained the auras of Buddhism and the heretical school in one attack. Though it was powerful, it didn’t harm the wall in the slightest. This required a lot of finesse.

Wolong Sheng was not happy. As the favorite of Destruction, he was not afraid of the four great clans at all. With two fingers together, he pointed forward. The image of a corpse rushed out and shattered the lion seal.

“Boom!” Sheng didn’t move at all while the chair Wang Teng was sitting on inched backward, issuing some creaking noises.

The disparity in their cultivation became obvious right away.

“Hey, that guy stopped the lion seal, looks like the two in that room are experts too. We’ll have a fun show then.”

“Nothing good will come from fighting against the people of the four clans.”

Wang Teng was a young overlord. After Wan Xiangcen joined the Feng, he became their next young lord. As the adage goes, a monkey can reign when the lion is absent.

The famous prodigies here were all paying attention to him. His expression naturally darkened. As a heretical lord, he was actually taking down a notch by a brute.

‘I won’t stand for this.’ Wang Teng directly opened the door and took out his soulbound artifact in order to make his way into the other room.