Murong Lan looked at the large seal magic weapon in her hand, then at the ferocious-looking Grey Wolf, and couldn't hold back any longer, so she spat out a mouthful of blood.
There was a crack on the seal!
This is my own signature magic weapon!
His personal magical artifact was damaged, and his injuries were also very serious.
"Could this young man actually be a powerful being who has already reached the Divine Transformation stage?"
Murong Sheng's shocked gaze shifted from Grey Wolf to Fang Chen, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.
The dog clearly belongs to this young man.
If a pet is this powerful, how extraordinary must its own cultivation level be?
At this moment, the young man who had shown no magical power fluctuations in Murong Sheng's eyes seemed to have instantly become a great power who had returned to simplicity!
He had the privilege of seeing a Nascent Soul cultivator once.
That was the founding emperor of the Mongol Empire, who spent most of his time in seclusion in the palace.
Thirty years ago, the Meng Kingdom was attacked by six major sects and was almost destroyed. It was this Nascent Soul Grand Ancestor who appeared and killed six Nascent Soul cultivators with one move, thus averting the crisis of national annihilation.
"There are dogs this powerful in the world? They're much more powerful than rhinoceroses!"
Murong Qiao looked at Grey Wolf, her delicate hand covering her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief.
Thinking back to that rhinoceros, I realized how much effort I had put into killing it.
And this dog actually managed to bite the master's most treasured artifact in half with a single bite.
You must know that the patriarch is at the peak of the Core Formation stage, just one step away from becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator like Chen Fengxiao!
"Who...who are you? Why are you hiding in my Murong family?"
Murong Lan instantly took out a pill and swallowed it, looking at Fang Chen with great apprehension.
"I want to be alone, don't bother me."
Fang Chen's gaze swept over Murong Lan and Chen Fengxiao, along with several other Core Formation stage cultivators. The latter instantly felt as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and a chill rose from the soles of their feet!
"But......"
Chen Fengxiao looked at Murong Qiao, wanting to say something more, but was interrupted by Fang Chen's cold voice. "Murong Qiao is already my disciple. If you want to take her away, you must get my permission. Go, I haven't touched blood in a long time."
Chen Fengxiao looked at Fang Chen, then at Murong Qiao, his old face turning pale, clearly extremely unwilling.
But there was nothing they could do.
Murong Lan, the head of the Murong family, felt his chest heave rapidly, and the veins on his arms bulged.
Murong Sheng looked at the patriarch and then at Fang Chen, unsure of what to do.
"Hahaha......"
Just then, a rumbling sound came from beneath the Murong family's residence, followed by a wild laugh that echoed from underground.
"A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to act so presumptuously in my Murong family!"
A gaunt figure burst through the ground and soared into the sky, appearing above the Murong family's residence.
A powerful pressure spread throughout the world.
Murong Sheng, Murong Lan, Chen Fengxiao, and six or seven others were all forced to the ground by this powerful pressure, unable to move at all.
"Useless thing!"
The gaunt figure suddenly turned around, looked at the elders of the Murong family, and cursed, "Our ancestor has been in seclusion for so long, and the Murong family is declining more and more!"
"Ancestor!"
"The seventh-generation ancestor of the Golden Spear Battle King!"
"Seventh Ancestor! You're still alive!"
"......"
The moment the gaunt old man spoke, he released his oppressive aura, allowing the elders of the Murong family to finally see the figure in the sky. They all showed expressions of surprise and delight.
Although the old man was so thin that he was almost unrecognizable, his face still resembled the portrait of the seventh ancestor in the ancestral hall.
"You still have the nerve to call yourselves descendants of the Murong family? You've completely disgraced the Murong family!" After scolding the Murong family members, Murong Zhan's gaze fell on Fang Chen. He flashed and appeared three zhang away from Fang Chen, and slowly spoke.
"You've occupied my family's property and refuse to leave. What are your intentions?!"
"You think you can control the situation with just a dog comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator and a few subordinates armed with hidden weapons?"
"I must say, your hidden weapon is quite sharp, but it's ineffective against me!"
"Noisy!"
Fang Chen glanced coldly at Murong Zhan and slowly closed his eyes.
"you!"
Murong Zhan narrowed his eyes. In his opinion, there was no fluctuation of magical power on this young man, and he could not tell how deep he was.
Although he has a pet dog that is comparable to the Nascent Soul realm.