"What's this commotion from?"
"That direction? Penguin Medicine Pavilion? What happened?"
"Don't know, but I think I saw a lot of Plane Lords from the Silver Longitudinal Zone heading towards the Penguin Medicine Pavilion earlier. Could it be that the Plane Lords of the Silver Longitudinal Zone clashed with the steward of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion?"
"Let's go take a look!"
The intense fighting sounds emanating from the Penguin Medicine Pavilion also attracted the attention of many cultivators in the Void Black Market.
They couldn't help but whisper to each other, and many figures darted towards the Penguin Medicine Pavilion.
As they approached the Penguin Medicine Pavilion and saw its current state, their eyelids twitched.
The once magnificent, or at least imposing, Penguin Medicine Pavilion was now in ruins, with dust and smoke billowing around it.
Numerous shattered wooden fragments were scattered everywhere, remnants of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion that were destroyed in the recent battle.
"What the hell, such a huge commotion! The Penguin Medicine Pavilion is smashed to pieces. Are the cultivators from the Silver Longitudinal Zone insane? What grudge do they have with the Penguin Medicine Pavilion?"
Someone gasped in disbelief.
In their opinion, the state of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion was likely the work of the Plane Lords from the Silver Longitudinal Zone.
It was unlikely that the steward of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion would have caused this damage himself.
"I heard that among the cultivators from the Silver Longitudinal Zone this time, there are two cultivators at the seventh level of the Dao Integration stage. The steward of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion is also at the seventh level of the Dao Integration stage. Now that it's in this state, the steward of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion is likely in dire straits."
Someone murmured quietly.
It wasn't that they cared much about the steward of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion.
It was just that if the Penguin Medicine Pavilion was destroyed today, their difficulty in purchasing special precious medicinal pills might significantly increase for a long time to come.
Suddenly, one person's gaze was fixed on the interior of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion.
He seemed to have noticed something and let out a surprised exclamation.
"Huh, wait, look! The situation inside the Penguin Medicine Pavilion seems a bit strange!"
Hearing this, many people who had gathered near the Penguin Medicine Pavilion turned their attention to it.
They saw that the swirling dust and smoke around the damaged Penguin Medicine Pavilion were gradually clearing.
When they saw the situation inside the Penguin Medicine Pavilion, everyone's pupils contracted slightly, their faces filled with disbelief.
Within the ruined Penguin Medicine Pavilion, the supervisor stood calmly, hands clasped behind his back.
Not far in front of him, a large hand-shaped pit had appeared on the ground.
And within that pit, many cultivators lay in a miserable state, their bodies bleeding, on the verge of death, if not already severely injured.
"Those people are... the Plane Lords from the Silver Longitudinal Zone!!!"
"The supervisor of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion single-handedly dealt with all those Plane Lords from the Silver Longitudinal Zone? Weren't there two cultivators at the seventh level of the Dao Integration stage among those from the Silver Longitudinal Zone? Where are they! Are they made of paper?"
A group of cultivators from the Void Black Market gathered nearby exclaimed in disbelief.
A cultivator at the seventh level of the Dao Integration stage, dealing with two cultivators of the same level, along with a group of cultivators with lower cultivation.
Could the steward of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion truly possess such formidable strength?
The Penguin Medicine Pavilion had been established for about a hundred years.
The cultivators in the Void Black Market were aware that the steward of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion was at the seventh level of the Dao Integration stage.
But they had never imagined that the steward of the Penguin Medicine Pavilion not only possessed immense power but also unimaginable combat strength, capable of defeating two cultivators of similar level so easily within the same realm.
Just then, Chen Qing, covered in blood, coughed violently and climbed up from the ground.
His eyes were filled with terror as he looked at the Number One Natal Spirit Puppet standing calmly not far from him, with his hands behind his back.
The Number One Natal Spirit Puppet, after severely injuring Zhang An, had only unleashed one move against them.
Yet, with that single move, their group of Plane Lords, even when resisting together, had sustained serious injuries.
It was this very attack that he, a peak cultivator at the seventh level of the Dao Integration stage, and several other powerful Dao Integration fellow cultivators had absorbed the brunt of the force.
Otherwise, with that single strike alone, their group from the Silver Longitudinal Zone might have suffered heavy casualties.
The gap in strength between cultivators at the same level of the seventh Dao Integration stage was too vast.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Thinking of this, Chen Qing couldn't help but cough violently again, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
At the same time, within his body, the injuries sustained from resisting the Number One Natal Spirit Puppet's attack flared up again.
It was clear that the damage inflicted by the Number One Natal Spirit Puppet on him far exceeded everyone's imagination.
Chen Qing could only circulate the disordered spiritual energy within his body, attempting to suppress his injuries slightly.
But as soon as this thought arose, his entire body trembled. The sharp eyes of the Number One Natal Spirit Puppet once again shot towards him.
The Number One Natal Spirit Puppet's voice, as calm as still water, echoed, as if defeating them was an utterly trivial matter.
"How? Do you still want to use the Tribulation Stage cultivator behind you to pressure me?"
But this time, hearing the Number One Natal Spirit Puppet's mocking words, the Plane Lords from the Silver Longitudinal Zone dared not speak.
Zhang An, who had been suppressed by the Number One Natal Spirit Puppet with a flip of his hand earlier, also dragged his bloodied body closer to Chen Qing.
The group of Plane Lords from the Silver Longitudinal Zone gathered together, looking extremely disheveled.
This time, they no longer had the aggressive demeanor they had before.
Although Chen Qing's eyes held a trace of anger, he was in a precarious situation, with his life hanging in the balance under the Number One Natal Spirit Puppet's palm.
No longer daring to act out, he could only grit his teeth and say,
"Your Excellency, this time! We admit defeat. We implore you, for the sake of the Tribulation Stage cultivator behind our Silver Longitudinal Zone, to spare our lives."