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The ruler of the Netherworld Realm, Senior White Two, was sleeping inside that big cocoon in the world of the black lotus. In the past, Senior White Two had said that he would sleep for a thousand years, and that he wouldn’t come out unless he had slept enough.

However, the ‘Senior White’ Song Shuhang had met in the main world was acting too strange. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Venerable White’s behavior today was very similar to Senior White Two’s.

Therefore, he thought of two possibilities. First, Senior White got too excited while learning how to perform acrobatic feats with excavators, and was currently in an overly excited state.

Second, he had mistaken him for someone else, and the ‘Senior White’ before his eyes wasn’t Venerable White, but Senior White Two from the Netherworld Realm.

Song Shuhang was 80% sure that the person with him this time was Senior White Two.

At this time, Ye Si replied, [I’ve checked. That cocoon is still in the world of the black lotus. The flying sword landed next to the cocoon, and I was able to feel through it that there was a terrifying existence hiding within. Therefore, that Senior White Two should be still in the world of the black lotus.]

“Senior White Two is still there?” Song Shuhang said. “Does this mean that I was mistaken?”

Was it really possible that Venerable White had too much fun today and got overexcited, causing his behavior to change this much?

Wait a moment…

If Venerable White wasn’t Senior White Two like he had guessed… didn’t it mean that Senior White was now in great danger? That concealed expert kept saying that Venerable White was just a ‘small Venerable’. In other words, the strength of the other party had, at the very least, reached the Eighth Stage Profound Sage Realm.

Would a Seventh Stage Venerable like Senior White be able to win?

Song Shuhang had gotten somewhat restless.

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Just as Song Shuhang was in deep thought, a skin puppet suddenly broke free and approached him. The palms of the puppets pressed on Song Shuhang’s back.

“Boom~”

Two red beams of light exploded on Song Shuhang’s back, and the flames mercilessly swallowed up Song Shuhang as the beam exploded.

The corner of that skin puppet’s mouth rose, revealing a sinister smile.

“You were too careless, Song Shuhang. You have too little fighting experience.” It was the voice of that purple-robed cultivator.

The Face Slapping Flip-flop was slapping his main body nonstop, but his consciousness had quietly shifted to this skin puppet behind Song Shuhang.

While he was speaking, the hands of the skin puppet fell off, revealing two weapons that resembled cannons. Then, red beams shot out of his arms, exploding on Song Shuhang’s body.

As long as there was an opportunity, he would blow him up and kill him!

“Boom, boom, boom~”

After receiving around ten consecutive beam attacks, Song Shuhang’s figure disappeared amidst the light. That pure energy turned into dazzling light, and a series of explosions followed soon thereafter.

After the puppet had fired ten times, Song Shuhang seemingly lost the strength to resist. In a distant place, the Face Slapping Flip-flop gently fell to the ground, not moving in the slightest.

The light of the attacks and the explosions finally subsided.

There was a big hole in the ground, but Song Shuhang had disappeared without a trace. That monster bird had also disappeared.

The far-off main body of that purple-robed cultivator got up from the ground and furrowed his brows, arriving where Song Shuhang had disappeared. He didn’t have a happy expression on his face. On the contrary, he was frowning.

“How come he suddenly disappeared?”

Although the power of the attacks his puppet used was high, it wasn’t strong enough to completely disintegrate Song Shuhang’s body without leaving any trace behind.

What kind of escape technique was this?

No, even if it was an escape technique, it would create all sorts of phenomena when activated. It wouldn’t make one disappear without a trace. Unless… it was a space-type life-preserving secret technique.

“Dammit, how is this possible?” the purple-robed cultivator said, clearly frustrated.

At the same time, he turned his head around and looked toward the sky. That general fellow hadn’t returned, either.

Back then, he’d said that he would need only five breaths to take care of Venerable White. But now, so much time had passed, and he had yet to return.

The purple-robed cultivator was feeling more and more uneasy.