Their leader had been knocked into the ground by a burly man from the Thousand Treasures Palace …
All the black-robed men looked at the deep hole in the ground. The hole was bottomless, and there was only darkness below.
Some of the black-robed men released their telekinesis to explore and found that they could only sense their leader's aura a thousand meters underground. His aura was weak and dim, and it was obvious that he was severely injured.
Everyone looked at Zhang Qingrong in shock, their eyes filled with astonishment.
He had knocked their Saint Stage leader a thousand meters into the ground with a single strike. Furthermore, he had been severely injured. Just who was this person? Why was he so terrifying?
The other black-robed men who were at the Saint Realm looked at Zhang Qingrong with fear.
In the eyes of mortals, Saints were high and mighty, like kings.
However, they knew very well that even if they were all at the Saint Realm, the gap between them was like heaven and earth.
The black-robed leader was the strongest among them. He was comparable to the lower-level Saints on the continent. There were very few lower-level Saints who were stronger than their leader.
Only a middle-level Saint could severely injure their leader with a single strike, and he could not resist at all.
The remaining four Saints felt a chill in their hearts. A middle-level Saint had the ability to kill a Saint. They could not afford to offend him.
The other black-robed men kept quiet out of fear. They looked at Zhang Qingrong with fear in their eyes.
Boom!
The ground shook and dust flew. A figure flew out from the depths of the ground and appeared on the surface.
The black-robed old man's face was pale, and there were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was in a sorry state, and his body was covered in dirt.
"So it's a middle-level Saint. It's a misunderstanding. It's a misunderstanding."
The black-robed old man flew out of the ground and immediately changed his expression. He smiled warmly as if he was meeting an old friend who had not seen each other for many years.
"Friends from the Thousand Treasures Palace, I'm sorry for my rudeness. In the future, all of you from the Thousand Treasures Palace will be free of charge when you come to the World Stairway to Heaven. I'll now record the name of the Thousand Treasures Palace in the book."
As he spoke, the black-robed old man took out a pen and very attentively wrote down the three words "Thousand Treasures Palace" on the list.
Orange Light was stunned. Her pretty face was full of shock. How could there be such a shameless Saint in this world? His face changed faster than flipping the pages of a book.
"Stupid old man, you're really not afraid of death.
Do you think that after provoking the Thousand Treasures Palace, you can forget about it with a simple apology? "
Orange Light's eyes sneered. She recalled the scene of hundreds of Saints being wiped out in Luxi County City. Now that she thought about it, she shuddered.
No one knew where this force came from, but they were so reckless that they actually dared to rob the World Stairway to Heaven.
Sure enough, just as this thought flashed through Cheng Guang's mind, he heard a loud bang. Zhang Qingrong swung his staff again, completely ignoring the black-robed elder's goodwill.
The black-robed elder had a smile on his face, but he did not expect that in the next moment, he had already disappeared from the ground. By the time he reacted, he had already appeared underground. He felt dizzy, and a tearing pain came from his head. The blood in his body boiled, and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Half of his head was smashed by the iron staff. Blood gushed out, and his hair was disheveled. He looked ferocious and terrifying like a ghost.
"Your Excellency!
Do you really want to be enemies with me? I'm an Inner Saint of the Dark Soul Mountain. Do you really want to be enemies with the Dark Soul Mountain? "
A cold voice came from underground. It was extremely eerie. The black-robed elder crawled out from underground again. His hair was disheveled, and his face and hair were covered in dirty blood. Half of his head had exploded.
If it were not for the fact that he was a Sage, an ordinary person would have died from such a terrifying injury.
The other black-robed men also looked at Xi Qianye and the rest with cold eyes. Their eyes were full of arrogance. Although they were not as strong as others, few people in the entire continent dared to provoke them because of their background.
The Dark Soul Mountain!
Zhang Qingrong, Yu Yinghai, and the rest frowned slightly. The Dark Soul Mountain was one of the three ancient sects of the Dark World. It had a long history and existed since ancient times. The influence of the Three Ancient Sects of the Dark World on the continent might not be as strong as Fukai no Seigoku, but its power was not much weaker than Fukai no Seigoku.
As a great sect with such an ancient inheritance, few people in the continent dared to provoke them.
"Gentlemen, we are here to collect the entrance fee on behalf of the Dark Soul Mountain. If you dare to be enemies with the Dark Soul Mountain, even if you step into the World Stairway to Heaven, you will not be able to escape from the Dark Soul Mountain's pursuit."
The black-robed elder said coldly.
They dared to occupy this land and rob people because they had a strong enough background. Otherwise, if it were others, even Saints, they would not be so bold. After all, the cultivators who could come to the World Stairway to Heaven were all extraordinary.
"The Dark Soul Mountain is an Imperishable Sect. How could they do such a despicable thing?" Gu Qingyan said lightly.
Hua Yiran and Zhang Qingrong also had doubts in their eyes.
The Dark Soul Mountain would not send people to rob people at the foot of the World Stairway to Heaven.
The black-robed elder's eyes narrowed when he heard that. A hint of panic flashed across his eyes, but he soon became tough again. He said coldly, "Hmph!
Why would I lie to you?
I am the Dark Soul Mountain's Inner Sect Saint, Wu Jiangyan. This is the Dark Soul Mountain's sect token.
“
Wu Jiangyan took out an item from his sleeve. It was a purple-black token with waves of ancient and mysterious aura intertwined on it.
Hua Yiran glanced at the purple-black token. It was really the Dark Soul Mountain's token. It should not be fake.
"The Dark Soul Mountain naturally has its own way of doing things. The Thousand Treasures Palace is powerful, so it is not within the scope of collecting entrance fees.
You can go. I can let bygones be bygones. From now on, we will mind our own business. "
Wu Jiangyan's face was cold, but his words were not tough. He was trying to send Xi Qianye and the others away.
In fact, the Dark Soul Mountain would not send people to rob people here.
Wu Jiangyan and the others had just gathered a group of Dark Soul Mountain cultivators to form a criminal gang. They were not instructed by the Dark Soul Mountain at all.
Otherwise, the dignified Immortal Ancient Sect would not do such a funny thing.
Wu Jiangyan and the others knew that it would be difficult for them to obtain any great opportunities after entering the World Stairway to Heaven. Therefore, they simply stayed at the foot of the World Stairway to Heaven and occupied their territory. They blocked the way and robbed groups of cultivators who came.
In a few days, the group had made a lot of money. After all, not every force that came to the Tianlan Ruins had a Saint. Even if there was a Saint in the sect, he would retreat in the face of a lineup like Wu Jiangyan's.
It was not that they had not kicked an iron plate before. However, with a strong background like the Dark Soul Mountain, they could get through it safely every time.
After all, not many people dared to provoke an Immortal Ancient Sect like the Dark Soul Mountain.
Wu Jiangyan saw that Zhang Qingrong did not speak and seemed to be hesitating. A hint of pride flashed in his eyes.
He had the Dark Soul Mountain as his backer. Who would dare to touch him?
Zhang Qingrong looked at Xi Qianye with a questioning gaze.