Chapter 457

Chapter 457

"What?!"

Lu Zhengyi and the others' faces changed drastically, their eyeballs almost popping out.

Their powerful combined attack by dozens of people was actually instantly neutralized?

Before they could react, the wooden carvings attacked again, and the two sides clashed.

It could hardly be called a clash; it was more like a massacre.

It was a completely one-sided situation, with constant screams coming from the mouths of the people from Baiyang Palace.

They died in various ways.

Some were squashed to death by a big bear summoned by a young girl.

Some were directly sucked into a pagoda.

Some were cut into pieces by flying robots.

In addition to these, various other ways of death were staged on this wasteland...

And those who survived had already lost their will to fight and were running away like mad.

But in the blink of an eye, they were caught up by the wooden carvings.

"Ah, where did this spider web come from, let me go."

"What kind of shield is that, it actually blocked my immortal technique attack."

"Ah, this watermelon-headed one is so fast."

"Don't, save me, this toad is licking me, ah, I'm being eaten."

In just a moment, only seven or eight of the dozens of people from Baiyang Palace remained alive.

In contrast, among the wooden carvings, apart from one crazy guy who self-destructed in the auspicious cloud black robe, there was no damage at all.

This level of damage was insignificant compared to the hundreds of wooden carvings.

Looking at the bodies strewn all over the ground, Lu Zhengyi stood there pale and lifeless, full of numbness, his eyes devoid of spirit.

At this moment, he finally realized how terrifying these wooden carvings were.

And he fully awakened to how absurd his previous mistakes were.

In his understanding, the Immortal River Continent had only restarted its era twenty million years ago, and its strength was limited.

Even if there were reincarnators, in twenty million years, whether they had awakened or not was unknown.

But who could have imagined stepping out and stepping on such a steel plate?

As the saying goes, one misstep leads to eternal regret.

The vast Baiyang Palace, with dozens of experts at the celestial level, was thus buried.

He understood.

Baiyang Palace was finished.

If he could turn back time, even with ten thousand guts, he wouldn't dare to provoke the owner of the wooden carvings.

But...

There's no cure for regret.

Unconsciously, he cast his gaze full of hatred towards Bai Qianyi, not far behind him, as if he wanted to devour her flesh and blood.

Actually, he knew very well the ins and outs of the matter in his heart.

It might be that Bai Qianyi, driven by self-interest, tried to snatch someone else's wooden carvings and paintings, only to be chased and killed in return.

And he himself was blinded and deceived by Bai Qianyi, and came to cause trouble.

But ultimately, the root cause of the matter was because of Bai Qianyi.

In a fit of rage, he walked towards Bai Qianyi step by step, full of intense murderous intent.

And seeing Lu Zhengyi's gaze, Bai Qianyi, with a pale face, trembled.

Of course,

A wooden carving with such power, wasn't its creator, wasn't that akin to a god?

Yi Feng had already become their faith.

"Jian Hengtian, the sword rules the sky, and he made the right bet."

Liu Gu's expression was complex.

The others remained silent for a long time, saying nothing.

On their faces, however, there was unquestionable regret.

Once again, they had missed an opportunity, and such opportunities were unlikely to come again.

As for Jian Hengtian, who seized the opportunity, they were filled with envy.

They knew in their hearts that they could no longer keep pace with Jian Hengtian in the future; three of the four major sects were now merely names without substance.

The hearts of the three were damaged.

Several days later.

The Hengtian Sword Sect received a wooden carving gifted by Wu Chang'an and rose to prominence.

On the other hand, the other three major sects underwent significant changes. The three sect leaders resigned from their positions and entered the secular world, entering the Golden Mountain Temple and becoming monks.

At the peak of a mountain.

A middle-aged man was meditating, with an old man standing beside him.

The man was cultivating diligently. After a long time, he raised his head and glanced at his chest.

The wound.

It had healed.

He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Sir, that person's strength far exceeded our expectations. Even Baiyang Palace was annihilated by him. With such strength, he can definitely be of use to you!" The old man spoke hastily.

Upon hearing this, the man's face flushed with anger, and he struck the old man's head several times.

"I let him be of use to me? Do you think I have a death wish?"

"A mere wooden carving from that guy's mistaken punch almost took half of my life! And you think I should make use of him?"

"Do you have any brains, any brains?"

Even at this moment, the man still felt lingering fear.

Recalling that day, he was observing a battle when suddenly an arm like rubber extended and struck him. That punch nearly sent him away; he knocked over several precious elixirs before stabilizing his injuries.

"Look into it; see if there are any notable figures left on the Immortal River Continent."

The middle-aged man said with a grim face, "As for the owner of this wooden carving, I cannot afford to provoke him."

"Well, there seems to be such a figure."

The old man hurriedly spoke, "I heard that a black-robed man appeared some days ago. He was accompanied by a dog, a centipede, and a bear, wreaking havoc on the sects' forces on the Immortal River Continent. He even defeated several ancient beasts of the Immortal River Epoch in the Central Continent."

"Oh?"

"A black-robed man, with a centipede, a dog, and adding a bear?"

"Wreaking havoc on the major forces of the Immortal River, and defeating ancient beasts?"

"Interesting!"

The middle-aged man smirked. From the description, wasn't this the person he needed?

So he quickly asked, "Do you know where that person is now?"

"Reporting to you, if my guess is correct, that black-robed man is still in the Central Continent of the Immortal River!"

"Let's go, to the Central Continent, and find him."

The middle-aged man stood up, stretched his muscles, and then flew off into the air.