Guojian’s complexion reddened while Furious had him by the neck. He tried to struggle to no avail and had difficulty breathing.

In the end, he had to yell: “Master, save me!”

The majority quickly looked towards the distant mountain after hearing the cry for help. Everyone knew that his master, Meng Zhentian, was over yonder.

“Fellow Daoist, my disciple was ignorant, please forgive his offense!” A voice echoed from the mountain.

It wasn’t decrepit in the slightest but rather full of vitality and vigor.

“Meng Zhentian!” Anyone would feel deterred by this voice. Those who were more cowardly would find their legs give way. No one would dare to look down on Zhentian, the most promising candidate to be emperor. Moreover, his strength was at its peak. In all of Heaven...