In a large city in Xizhou, a huge Buddha statue under construction collapsed with a crash.
The group of craftsmen looked at the figure in the sky with awe.
They had never seen anyone fly in the sky before.
Could this be a deity descending to earth?
In an instant, some common people who believed in gods and Buddhas bowed down in worship.
A young monk, whose aura was at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, stared in shock at Lu Qing, who was standing on a golden boat in the sky and wearing a ghost mask.
"Which secret realm are you from, sir, that you would dare to play such a joke on my Suspended Mountain?"
"Suspended Mountain, that's what I'm going to fight!"
Lu Qing's gaze sharpened, and a condensed blade of energy descended from the sky, slashing directly at the young monk.
The speed and power of its attack startled the young monk.
He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He could only gather all his spiritual power and condense a wall of energy in front of him to block the terrifying blade energy.
However, with a soft sound, his body stiffened, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.
A line of blood appeared on his forehead, gradually spreading until he was split in two and fell to the ground, causing countless screams of terror.
After killing the disciple from Suspended Mountain, Lu Qing didn't even turn his head. He then piloted the golden flying boat, transforming into a streak of light, and flew away into the distance.
However, on the way, Lu Qing fell into deep thought.
Two days have passed since his battle with the gray-robed old monk.
He spent two days cultivating in the cave, and emerged this morning to begin piloting the golden boat and carrying out his plan.
He raided many cities in Xizhou, destroying numerous temples and Buddha statues under construction on the Hanging Mountain. If he encountered any Hanging Mountain disciples who resisted, he showed no mercy and killed them directly.
That city was the fourth city Lu Qing had attacked today.
The flying artifact was indeed extraordinary. After refining the golden boat, his mobility had undergone a qualitative leap.
It takes less than a day to cross the entire western region.
In one morning, he made a daring raid on several major cities' outposts on the suspended mountain. In the past, even if he could have done it, the physical and spiritual energy he would have consumed would have been considerable.
But now, he can do it with ease simply by piloting the golden boat.
Compared to that, it saved a lot of effort and time.
Everything was going so smoothly; Lu Qing should be happy.
But deep down, he instinctively sensed something was wrong.
He discovered that none of the disciples of the Suspended Mountain Sect stationed in the cities he had raided seemed to know him.
Upon seeing the golden boat he was piloting, they were merely astonished and had no other reaction, as if they knew nothing about its origins.
This seems quite wrong.
It should be noted that not long ago, he killed Xuan Yi and a group of high-ranking elders of the Suspended Mountain, including even a Supreme Elder like the gray-robed old monk.
Such a commotion should have caused a sensation throughout the entire Suspended Mountain area long ago.
But now, the disciples of the several Suspended Mountain strongholds he raided seem to know nothing about him.
It was obvious that his killing of the gray-robed old monk had been concealed from the higher-ups of the Suspended Mountain and had not been communicated to the disciples outside.
But what is the purpose of the suspended mountain doing this?
They believed that a "senior master" like him would not harm ordinary disciples, so there was no need to notify them.
Or were they worried that it would affect the prestige of Suspended Mountain, so they kept it a secret?
Or perhaps there's some other conspiracy at play?
Many thoughts raced through Lu Qing's mind.
But his actions did not change as a result; instead, he propelled the golden boat beneath his feet even faster.
At the same time, a look of determination appeared on his face.
Regardless of what the purpose of the Suspended Mountain is, he no longer needs to be too wary of it.
If there really is a conspiracy waiting for him ahead, he can simply unleash his trump card and blast it away with his magical weapon.
Lu Qing believed that when that moment truly arrived, the Suspended Mountain side would be even more "surprised" than he was.
With this in mind, Lu Qing continued to raid the strongholds in the Hanging Mountain.
Whenever they see temples or Buddha statues being built, they destroy them without saying a word.
If any disciples of the Suspended Mountain tried to resist, Lu Qing would kill them without hesitation.
Now that a full-scale war has begun with Suspended Mountain, Lu Qing will certainly not show any more mercy.
If they are enemies, they should be killed!
In just one day, Lu Qing swept through most of the suspended mountain strongholds in the entire Western Continent.
And under his undisguised and extremely high-profile rampage of destruction.
The news could no longer be concealed.
Thus, rumors spread that a mysterious and powerful figure, riding a small golden boat and wearing a ghost mask, was destroying the Suspended Mountain strongholds and killing Suspended Mountain disciples.
It began to spread throughout the western states and quickly spread to other large states.
"Is everything you're saying true?"
In the Lingshan Mountains, an old monk, also dressed in a gray robe but with a ruddy complexion, stared expressionlessly at the red-robed monk in front of him.
"It's absolutely true, Elder. That mysterious man with the ghost face is slaughtering my disciples from Suspended Mountain all over the place."
Most of the disciples we sent out have now perished.
This matter has already spread throughout the entire Western Regions, and even other regions have likely received the news.
The monk in red robes reported cautiously.
"I understand, you can go now."
The red-faced old monk said calmly.
"Yes." The red-robed monk dared not say more and carefully withdrew.
The red-faced old monk stood there, his expression blank, thinking for a while before finally taking out a jade tablet and activating it with his mind.
A glimmer of light emerged from the jade pendant.
A spiritual energy fluctuation emanated from within: "Elder Chixin, how is it?"
Just as we guessed, the masked man was indeed heading towards our Suspended Mountain.
Today he has reappeared, destroying many of the strongholds we have just established in the Western Regions.
Even ordinary disciples were shown no mercy and were all killed.
The red-faced old monk replied.
"They don't even spare ordinary disciples, so they must have a mortal feud with our Suspended Mountain. How did we provoke such a formidable enemy?"
A different kind of spiritual fluctuation appeared.
Clearly, the jade tablet in the red-faced old monk's hand was not limited to contacting only one person.
"I don't know either." The red-faced old monk shook his head. "Kurong died too thoroughly; he didn't leave any information behind."
The battlefield was shrouded in chaos, making it impossible to predict the future.
To be honest, I have no idea whether that face-bearing person was male or female.
"No need to think about it. To be able to kill Ku Rong in such a short time, that ghost-faced man must be an old relic like us."
Aside from the old guys in the other secret realms and those three monsters on the Holy Mountain, there couldn't possibly be anyone else!
A surge of divine soul energy emanated from the jade tablet, speaking with unwavering resolve.
"That's right, especially those Taoist priests from Qingyang Temple. They've always been at odds with us, and their grudges against Suspended Mountain are the greatest!"
"But the other major secret regions have only just emerged and are currently managing their own territories. They shouldn't have time to cause us trouble."
"That's the Holy Mountain. Those three monsters have always harbored ulterior motives and are highly suspicious!"
For a moment, the various spiritual fluctuations within the jade tablet began to argue.
