Among the six powerhouses of the Heretical Sects, three appeared at the corner ahead. The white-haired Ancestral God and the unfathomable terrifying figure were not among them. The three had sinister smiles on their faces and were about to make a move on Xiao Chen.
"We are not from the Jiuzhou faction, don't misunderstand!" the dry little old man explained.
"I know you aren't, but he's a different story. Step aside..." The Ancestral God of the Heretical Sects advanced forward, revealing a chilling smile to Xiao Chen, saying: "I sensed your hostility just now. No matter who you are, or which faction you belong to, you will not be leaving this place today."
"Ah..."
At that moment, a cry of agony rang out as a golden Arrow Feather pierced one of the three Otherworldly Ancestral Gods, splattering Ancestor God's Blood.
"Remnants of Jiuzhou!" The other two Heretical Ancestral Gods roared in anger, releasing Divine Light to protect their comrade who had been hit by the arrow.
