126 Chapter 126 (1/2)

The chambers detonated into smithereens but the four True Immortals did what they do best. Survive.

”FLASH!” They did not waste anymore time and immediately escaped into the folds of the void.

When they rematerialized into the world, every single one of them were looking into the sky.

All around them was a sea of lifeless desert which was pretty much a good venue for a fight like any other place in this xianxia world.

”So where is the bad guy?” Our good protagonist asked the party of Immortals around him.

He could feel the heavy hand of Daoist Crazy Monkey on his shoulder and it was easy to conclude that it was this True Immortal who had brought him into safety.

Alas, Clark was not the least bit gracious from this save at all as his thought was somewhere else entirely at this moment.

He could see through his Blood Twin's eyes and was comforted in the fact that his remaining personnel in the Demonic Sword Sect were as fine as can be in the aftermath of the explosion.

Although his other summons have lacked the benefit of his real power stat but the same could not be said at all to his Class Skill.

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Blood Twin

Power: 2,000,009,388

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'At least my special twin has inherited both my Chaos Physique and Spear Art Technique. He could easily guarantee my party's safety in the sect against any would be antagonist tonight.'

Clark concluded and just like the rest, followed to peer into the heavens for whatever it was they were waiting for to join them in this hot desert sands.

And although the temperature was high but the setting was indeed so perfect to commence battle in here simply because of the added blessing of daylight around them.

”Silence, child. This is not your place to speak.”

Daoist Crazy Monkey said in his usual monstrous voice but it held a hidden emotion that our good protagonist has come to know very much indeed in his short stay in this xianxia world.

It was the familiar tone of apprehension and alarm. Unfortunately for the aged Daoist, this has only ever increased the natural curiosity within our good gamer.

Taking the fact that Clark was practically a walking cheat code in these lands, he could absolutely afford to be carefree in everything he would do from here on out.

”Do you know this attacker, Senior Crazy Monkey?” Our bored gamer asked innocently.

In response, the hand on his shoulder became even heavier but Clark neither showed any discomfort at all nor he displayed some signs of inconvenience from the added weight and pressure on his body.

'This is a rare seedling indeed!' Daoist Crazy Monkey noted and relented on making things hard for this child's innate wonder.

In the end, the beastly cultivator decided to sate the interest of the youngling.

”Daoist Drunken Monarch, eh? Hmmm... A good unique name. Hehehe. I want to meet with this old Daoist also.”

Clark smiled and he was fully expecting to see some drunken boxing or some different variation in the upcoming war between True Immortals.

”You should hope that you won't be able to see that man, Young Master Clark. He is also one of the Ten Immortal Paragons and I dare say even more forceful than Daoist Twilight Moon.

Drunken Monarch would do whatever it takes in order to satisfy his needs and wishes. Don't utter a word in his presence, child. I can't even guarantee my safety against him.

Much less your own if you would willingly invite his wrath to yourself.” Daoist Crazy Monkey imparted some valuable teachings unto our careless protagonist.

Clark would have wanted to retort with a few added smart lines in his bag of tricks but alas, he was not able to do so after a swift change of his entire world.

The daylight was cloaked by an artificial darkness and within moments from the unnatural occurrence, a small figure broke from the clouds and slowly descended into the sands of this mortal world.

It was a man. A very old man. His clothes were dirty and tattered. An almost laughable description for one so revered in the eyes of all people and races in existence.

And yet there he was, standing bowed and small with but a big bottle of liquor on his waist.

Amongst everyone in attendance, only Clark looked at the old man with apparent passion in his eyes.

'FUCK ME! He is even cooler than what i had imagined in my mind!' Clark roared inside and could not help but shout for the system's aid at this moment.

'Help me identify this man, Nancy!' Clark ordered as he wished to determine the power stat of this aged True Immortal Daoist.

”Affirmative, host.” Nancy responded quickly.

”DING!”