"Pang Jian, a follower of an Outer God?" the survivors in the forest murmured, searching the skies for Pang Jian.0

They soon spotted him on the Heavenly Roc Warship with golden ropes binding him firmly in place, no matter how much he struggled.0

"Fu Wangchen! Stop spewing nonsense, you bastard!" Qi Qingsong took off on his spirit sword again.0

A streak of azure sword light shot toward the Heavenly Roc Warship.0

"I already told you, he's not the same person you once knew." Fu Wangchen's expression darkened, raising his hand to unleash a golden radiance.0

Nine massive rocs emerged and let out ear-splitting cries. Their flaming wings appeared as if forged from molten gold and iron.0

The giant rocs' cries shattered Qi Qingsong's dreamy azure sword light before it could manifest into a tangible dream.0

The illusory realm vanished.0

Qi Qingsong groaned, feeling as if someone had forcibly pulled him from a dream and drenched him with a bucket of cold water. 0

Both he and his Blue Dream Sword plummeted to the ground.0

"Junior Brother Qi, calm down!" Zhuang Yuyan rushed to his side. "Let's try to understand the situation first! Be glad he wasn't trying to severely injure you, or else..."0

Her implication was clear—Fu Wangchen could have thoroughly dealt with Qi Qingsong if he wanted to.0

"I have undeniable evidence proving Pang Jian is the one controlling the Nether Abyss Spirit Bees!" Fu Wangchen coldly glanced down at Zhuang Yuyan as he said with a grave...1