Crash–

Its body transformed, unexpectedly turning into a stream of light flying out from the old man’s palm!

Immediately transforming in mid-air into a golden Dragon Pool.

From within the Dragon Pool came a voice gritting with teeth:

“Wang Xu!”

“I have painstakingly assisted you, and this is how you falsely accuse me?”

“The cunning hare dies, the good bow hidden… You haven’t even unified the Little Cang World, and you’re already in such haste?”

“Like those Class V True Martial Cultivators who died in vain?”

Upon hearing the voice from the Dragon Transformation Pool, the True Martial Cultivators below suddenly showed suspicious expressions.

Even Wang Yi’an, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t help but be awestruck.

Yet the old man remained calm and collected, asking back:

“Is it? Assisting me, or plotting for yourself?”

“Supreme Dragon Transformation… or is calling you ‘Ye Cangsheng’ more fitting?”

Upon hearing this name, the majority of people appeared puzzled.

Only a few True Martial Cultivators who paid attention to the history of Huangji Continent showed a horrified expression at this moment.

“There’s a good show to watch!”

Yi An’s eyes suddenly brightened.

The identity of the Supreme Dragon Transformation had long been guessed within the sect, and it seems it had also aroused the wariness of this Martial Ancestor, now seizing the opportunity to deal with it.

Quickly, the figure of Supreme Dragon Transformation emerged from the Dragon Pool, at the moment he was staring at the old man with a face full of disbelief:

“How did you know?”

This statement undoubtedly admitted his identity, causing the True Martial Cultivators below to change expression ominously.

Even though most of them did not know who Ye Cangsheng was, the thought of such a treacherous person ranking second only to the Martial Ancestor among True Martial Cultivators was terrifying.

Yet the old man just shook his head, showing no intention of explaining.

He slightly bent his legs, then fiercely flew into the air, his body emanating Blood Energy that merely adhered to his surface, only to coalesce into a Blood-Colored Spear, cleaving toward the Dragon Pool!

The face of Supreme Dragon Transformation changed upon the Dragon Pool, realizing the True Martial Cultivators around him had ascended to block the path.

He could only grit his teeth and face the old man…

Half a day later.

Boom!!!

A loud explosion!

Under Wang Yi’an’s shocked gaze.

In mid-air, the Supreme Dragon Transformation slightly opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something.

But finally carried a deep unwillingness and relief, slowly dissipating in silence.

Behind him.

The Dragon Pool displayed a magnificent form, in the center above, a shocking massive crack ran through the entire Dragon Pool, hesitating momentarily before crashing from the sky and slamming heavily onto the ground!

Boom!

Dust filled the sky.

The Dragon Pool gradually revealed itself before everyone.

The dragon’s head peeled off.

The once dazzling golden pool walls had now completely dimmed, turning into gray stone without any Spiritual Energy.

The spiritual light once shining was now no longer seen.

Crunch.

A piece of stone was pushed down.

The old man slowly walked out from the Dragon Pool, carrying some light or heavy injuries.

His eyes held a trace of contemplation and deep regret:

“… Even Ye Cangsheng cannot do it?”

“How exactly can one break through this critical step?”

The True Martial Cultivators looked reverently at the old man, then quickly surged into the Dragon Pool.

Soon, they found within the pool a large number of Storage Treasures used by cultivators, and numerous unconscious figures.

Among them were men and women, cultivators, and even True Martial Cultivators.

Also some people seemed to have been killed by the aftershocks of the battle, were buried on the spot by the True Martial Cultivators.

Wang Yi’an, feeling bored, glanced around but exclaimed in surprise upon seeing one of the figures with an enormous head:

“Hall Master Guan?!”

The pondering old man was slightly startled upon hearing this.

Following Yi An’s gaze, he saw the enormously headed, oddly featured figure and mused for a moment:

“A person from Wanxiang Sect…”

His steps paused slightly, then under Yi An’s tense eyes, slowly walked to the big-headed figure.

Sensing the Divinity Transformation cultivator’s aura naturally emitted by the other side, it indeed held some resemblance to those encountered not long ago.

The old man’s eyes showed a trace of hesitation.

Every Divinity Transformation cultivator almost always brought considerable losses to True Martial Cultivators, killing them would be the most suitable way, however…

His mind suddenly recalled the promise he made to that figure many years ago above the North Sea:

“Whenever he sees the Wanxiang Sect, Wang Xu will retreat ten thousand miles!”

“If any Wanxiang Sect disciple is harmed, I shall pay with my life!”

The old man was silent for several moments and finally sighed with a head shake:

“I ultimately broke my promise, teacher…”

He gently reached out, Blood Energy quickly spread to the big-headed figure’s neck.

“No!”

Yi’an’s pupils shrank!

Unable to resist rushing forward, but was swiftly blocked by the surrounding True Martial Cultivators.

He could only watch helplessly as the old man lifted Guan Ao and powerfully flung him toward the North!

He gasped and turned to look at the old man.

The old man looked at him calmly.

Only his slightly weary voice echoed in Yi’an’s ears:

“I have not killed him.”

“But living or dying… will depend on his fate!”