Just as the four Evil Emperors thought Wang Xiaoqiang was done for, a loud explosion erupted, the ruins of the mountain peak blasted outward, rocks flew wildly, and boulders shot out from the mountain peak at the center.
The four Evil Emperors' expressions changed, and seeing the hundreds of pounds of stones coming their way, they immediately dodged aside.
Amidst the scattering debris, the Patterned Beast carried Wang Xiaoqiang's figure as it flew out. Wang Xiaoqiang held the Penglai Immortal Sword, his face solemn, his eyes filled with malice, with a murderous air all around him.
"What's going on? Not dead…"
"Is this Wang Xiaoqiang? Wasn't Wang Xiaoqiang a Daluo Golden Immortal? How come he's now a Purple Mansion Immortal, and even at the Second Ice Realm…"
