“We seven fighting together is more than enough to deal with him.”

“First find him, don’t let that brat escape.”

“Don’t worry, I already had Lu Ze stop him, he won’t get away.”

The seven discussed among themselves, then stepped into the air.

From the start, they went directly to Stone Heart Pavilion without taking any detours.

“Lu brat,” upon seeing Lu Ze waiting at the door of Stone Heart Pavilion, the Third Elder quickly called out.

“Seven Elders,” Lu Ze quickly greeted them.

“He’s inside, never left.”

“That’s good. This time’s matter will trouble you,” the First Elder said calmly.

“This time we owe you a favor, we will repay it in the future.”

Lu Ze smiled and nodded.

Being owed a favor by the seven core elders of the Feather Race, one could imagine the difficulty in that.

It must be known that six of the seven elders were already at the peak of God Meridian, and the First Elder had long since stepped onto the Path of Immortality.

“If you really want them to repay that favor, once they’re in hell, you can go to hell yourself and have them return it, wouldn’t that work too?”

At this moment, a light chuckle sounded from the side.

“Who’s there? Come out,” the First Elder looked toward the inside of Stone Heart Pavilion, behind an artificial mountain, and said faintly.

Only to see Xu Zimo slowly walk out from behind it.

“Your spirit sense is not bad.”

“Looks like someone has already made preparations to die,” the First Elder said faintly.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, you’re slower than I imagined,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

The First Elder’s eyes narrowed slightly, flickering with light as he glanced around, trying to see if there was any other ambush.

Sensing eyes fall upon him, Lu Ze quickly waved his hands and said, “Seven Elders, I didn’t say anything. At this time, to speak would be to make an enemy of the Feather Race, do you think I’m that stupid?”

“That’s true,” the First Elder nodded slightly.

He looked at Xu Zimo and scolded, “Putting on an act.”

Xu Zimo slightly shook his head, and in the next moment, his figure vanished from where he stood and appeared in front of the First Elder.

A palm strike came, carrying endlessly swirling spiritforce.

Palms collided, and as a strong gust spread out from the center, both figures retreated at the same time.

“An Arcane Immortal? Interesting,” Xu Zimo said with a smile. “Your Feather Race is really going all out.”

“Everyone be careful,” the First Elder warned seriously.

“Form the array,” the Second Elder said from the side.

The seven quickly formed hand seals, with streams of formation marks flowing from their hands and merging into the void.

Xu Zimo wanted to interrupt, but their movement techniques were extremely fast, they only dodged, refusing to fight him head-on.

Finally, when all the formation marks had been gathered,

With a light shout from the First Elder, “Rise,”

Vast immortal might erupted from within, and the entire sky was suppressed.

The seven elders each stood at different positions, each surrounded by overwhelming might, overbearing beyond compare.

The formation covered a wide area, completely surrounding Stone Heart Pavilion.

Xu Zimo examined the formation carefully.

He found it was only an amplification array, with no elemental attribute boosts.

An amplification array increases the user’s abilities across the board, attack, speed, defense.

“Kill,” the seven elders shouted in unison.

The weapons in their hands varied, and all of them struck toward Xu Zimo.

Apart from the Immortal First Elder, the others Xu Zimo didn’t take seriously.

He held Shadow Tyrant and countered casually and calmly.

Shadow Tyrant tore through the silent void at great speed, and after a few exchanges, it pierced straight through the Seventh Elder’s chest.

“Old Seven,” the other elders called out.

“This brat is strange, don’t hold back, go all out,” the First Elder said.

The Seventh Elder, pierced through, tried to break free.

But Xu Zimo grabbed his throat with one hand, killing him instantly, even twisting his head off.

The other six elders unleashed their True Fates.

These True Fates varied, tree demon, blazing lion, azure dragon, saber, sword…

In short, all sorts of weapons and beasts were their True Fates.

In an instant, the entire sky’s spiritforce changed, and their might surged.

Endless force rolled down like a mighty flood.

Xu Zimo was surrounded at the center.

“Boy, die,” the Third Elder shouted, his sword piercing through the void.

Its speed was so fast it left countless afterimages behind him.

Xu Zimo smiled faintly.

The power vortex in his body spun wildly, and behind him the figure of the Heaven-Shattering Giant gradually solidified.

The Heaven-Shattering Giant’s right palm slammed down, sending the Third Elder flying.

“What is this monster?”

“Is that his True Fate? It doesn’t look like it.”

Before they could discuss further, the Heaven-Shattering Giant grabbed the Third Elder in its hand like an ant and crushed him, bursting him into a cloud of blood.

“Retreat quickly, you’re no match for him,” the First Elder shouted urgently.

Standing at the front, he could at least trade a move or two with Xu Zimo, trying to cover the others’ retreat.

But the Heaven-Shattering Giant’s attacks were ferocious.

One step shattered mountains and rivers, one punch broke the sky.

In just a few moves, the First Elder, having blocked attacks to protect others, was struck directly, coughing blood and gravely injured.

“Hurry and report to the Patriarch, this man cannot be treated lightly,” the First Elder roared.

But as his words fell, the Heaven-Shattering Giant grabbed his right leg, smashing him into the ground repeatedly.

The sound of “bang bang bang” explosions rang out.

Seeing the other elders about to flee, the Heaven-Shattering Giant flung the First Elder’s corpse out.

The corpse flew like a missile, smashing into the other elders and sending them all flying.

“Who… who are you?” the Fourth Elder asked with difficulty as he crawled up.

“You can ask in hell, there are plenty of people I’ve killed there, maybe they can answer you,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

He raised his blade, ready to cut off their heads one by one.

But just as he lifted Shadow Tyrant, a streak of light suddenly shot over from the distance.

Xu Zimo quickly sidestepped to block it.

The streak of light was incredibly powerful, when it struck Shadow Tyrant, Xu Zimo’s hands trembled slightly and he stepped back three or four steps.

Looking up, he saw two figures stepping through the air, riding the clouds.

One was an old man, immortal-like in bearing, with white beard, white hair, dressed in a white long robe draped behind him, and a pair of angelic, holy wings.

The other was a man wearing a tight-fitting white robe, his gaze faintly carrying domineering intent, with two long swords strapped to his back, no wings visible.

“So young, yet so ruthless,” a majestic voice fell. “It seems your blood debt is heavy indeed.”