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“Foreign Race High Priest,” he said in a deep voice.

At the same time, his face involuntarily took on a somewhat solemn expression.

“My junior uncle said that the avatar of the Foreign Race High Priest is infinitely close to the ninth level,” Gongshu Pan looked at the High Priest, unable to distinguish whether it was the avatar or the true body.

In actuality, whether it was the true body or the avatar, neither was something Gongshu Pan could handle alone.

Despite being a giant among cultivators, with a cultivation base reaching the eighth level, he was only in the early stages of the eighth level. Converted into levels, he was at level 83.

The huge level gap indicated that he was no match for the High Priest.

At their level, even a minor level difference could create a massive gap. It was very difficult to kill those of a higher level, let alone a major level difference.

Moreover, the High Priest was undoubtedly no ordinary member of the foreign race. How could someone who cultivated to this extent be ordinary?

To be honest, even if the High Priest was at level 83 now, Gongshu Pan still had little chance of winning.

Luckily, they were in the Flame River, which gave Gongshu Pan a bit more confidence.

Although this was a dormant volcano, it was still a volcano.

Gongshu Pan could still harness the power of the mountain. Therefore, he decided to give it a try.

He waved the black flag in his right hand forward, and the two mountains behind him shook violently.

“Huh, that’s interesting.” A hint of surprise flashed in the High Priest’s murky eyes. A wicked smile sprawled across his face, like a cat toying with a mouse.

He wasn’t in a rush. He had time.

The Supreme Lord had instructed him to arrive in the Eastern Region in three days, he still had two more hours until that deadline, plenty of time.

Besides… the High Priest here wasn’t his true body, but merely an avatar.

After the two mountains trembled, endless fire element power began to gather around the black flag.

Gongshu Pan gave a forceful wave, and a sea of fire spread forward.

The High Priest stretched out his pudgy baby-like hands, drawing two paths in the sea of fire with his fingers.

He flew quickly forward, passing through the sea of fire instantly, then reached out to grab the black flag.

“Bring it on!” Gongshu Pan thought in his heart.

The black flag instantly slipped out of his hand. The moment the High Priest touched it, the fire sea swept forward and sucked him into it.

Surprisingly, the black flag had a double layer, with a space inside. Now, the High Priest was trapped inside by accident.

Gongshu Pan glanced at the black flag from a distance and continued to draw the mountain fire behind him into the black flag.

Once all the mountain fire had entered the black flag, Gongshu Pan’s face relaxed slightly.

But soon he heard a lazy voice:

“You don’t really think I’m trapped in there, do you?”

Gongshu Pan quickly turned around, only to see the High Priest looking at him with a mocking gaze.

Gongshu Pan had no idea when he disappeared or what was actually trapped inside the black flag.

He only knew that the High Priest had countless opportunities to ambush him just now, but he didn’t.

It wasn’t because he was some righteous person. He was simply playing with Gongshu Pan.

Unfortunately, he didn’t see any anger or embarrassment on Gongshu Pan’s face. Instead, his large, black face remained serious and solemn.

The High Priest knew little about Gongshu Pan.

He was the Peak Master of the Demon Sect, the Law Enforcement Elder, and also the one among Yan Li’s disciples who was least talented, but the most tenacious.

The ‘Pan’ in Gongshu Pan meant solid as a rock.

If you asked which of Yan Li’s disciples they respected most…

The most respected was definitely Yan Shu, their eldest senior sister because she had painstakingly taught them when they first joined.

Secondly, the other disciples would surely choose Gongshu Pan.

No one could rival his indefatigable spirit.

Who would have thought that this great cultivator at the eighth level, the respected Peak Master of the Demon Sect, had only five ripples? He was simply a cultivator with an enlightenment level of 5.

Gongshu Pan swung the black flag again. Like a fiery Qilin appearing, it rushed at the High Priest.

The High Priest launched a punch that appeared to be nothing special, like a child messing around.

The next moment, the fiery Qilin disintegrated into sparks of fire.

The remaining force of the punch hit the black flag directly, causing cracks to appear on it, and it split in two.

The rest of the cultivators wanted to help but were held back by the foreign race, unable to disengage.

Gongshu Pan gave a muffled grunt, spat out blood, but his face remained unchanged.

A hint of disgust appeared on the High Priest’s face. He swung another punch, caving in Gongshu Pan’s chest. Gongshu Pan flew backward, smashing into a small mountain behind him, causing a landslide.

Gongshu Pan fell into the pit, his face, as dark as a traditional Chinese judge, still had a somber expression.

He could have run, but he didn’t want to.

This was his hometown. When he was a child, his family was poor, and he survived on the charity of his neighbors.

His only goal as a child was to diligently cultivate so that his family and those who were good to him could live a better life.

But when all these people had passed away, Gongshu Pan suddenly found himself without a direction.

It was his master who told him, “Man should live as he wishes, otherwise he will eventually wish as he lives.”

Gongshu Pan has always kept this saying in his heart.

In the hearts of the members of the Demon Sect, life is always seen as the grandest form of cultivation.

So, the full stop should be placed in the most beautiful spot, right?

Struggling to his feet, Gongshu Pan looked down.

Flame River had a unique scene, all the leaves of its trees were red.

From a high vantage point, you could see a sea of red!

“So beautiful,” thought Gongshu Pan.

The High Priest was floating mid-air and said, “Why, do you like it very much?”

After saying that, he stretched out a fist downward, and in an instant, all the red leaves were blown away, turning into dust.

The red field was completely dismissed.

“Did you say you wanted to take my head to the Demon Sect?” asked Gongshu Pan.

“Half a head will do, because your expression disgusts me. Anyway, your fellow disciple, Shen Yan, should still recognize half of your head, right?” the High Priest said with a playful smile.

“You’re trying to insult the Demon Sect.” Gongshu Pan’s face was serious, his darken face filled with gravity and seriousness.

Isn’t it obvious?

The High Priest suddenly felt annoyed because he found the man in front of him very boring and speechless.

“You don’t deserve it.” Gongshu Pan said indifferently, as if stating a fact.

The next moment, a bloody wave of energy burst out from his body and instantly flooded into the mountain.

Gongshu Pan’s eyes became vacant, and with a gust of wind, his body turned into dust.

And the entire Flame River started to shake violently.

The deafening roar kept sounding, but the magma stayed calm.

“The Fire Spirit Vein, the Fire Spirit Vein of the Heavenly Dust Continent is here!” the High Priest’s pupils dilated in surprise.

A blood-red dragon roared into existence, its eyes holding firm resolute; its expression serious.

“The Spirit Vein has transformed!” The High Priest’s clone turned and fled without a moment’s hesitation.

But it was already too late.

The fire dragon engulfed him whole, leaving nothing behind.

—The Demon Sect must not be insulted!

This is the belief of the Law Enforcement Elder of the Demon Sect.

After devouring the High Priest, the fire dragon dimmed considerably.

It looked down at the forest below Flame River, then rapidly plunged downwards.

There was no deafening crash, as if a weightless object had just hit the floor.

Countless red dots were absorbed by the trees, they began to sprout anew.

The red forest appeared once again, looking even more beautiful than before!

Perhaps, Gongshu Pan, always cold-faced and most feared by the Demon Sect disciples, was actually a gentle person deep inside.

A gust of wind suddenly blew at the Eastern Demon Sect, a short time later.

The wind was hot, scorching everything and raising the surrounding temperature.

It swept through every corner of the Demon Sect, except for the sealed rear mountain.

The wind blew so gently, so reluctantly.

An Outer Sect Disciple murmured, “Do you feel hot?”

“Yes, but why am I sweating cold sweat, just like when I see Elder Gongshu everyday!”

“You fear him the most too? Me too!”

All of the Demon Sect disciples were most afraid of him.

However, in the next moment, something magical happened.

All the disciples in the Demon Sect felt a slight heaviness in their heads.

It’s as if a warm palm gently touched their heads, the action gentle and kind.

A few breaths later, the wind completely dispersed.

And on the top of the Demon Sect Burial Mountain, there now stood a broken black flag.

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