After Zhang Xiaoshan agreed, the group started their journey.

It must be said that Liu Yinmeng's group's luck was really bad.

Not long after entering the dense forest, they encountered danger.

A young man beside Liu Yinmeng suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

Soon his complexion turned gray-white, then pale gray, followed by a heavy reddish color, and finally turned black.

"Southeast Asian Dark Arts!"

Upon seeing this, Liu Yinmeng was instantly shocked.

Other members of Zhenwu Hall also became very nervous.

Only Zhang Xiaoshan remained calm, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Originally, he just wanted to proceed quietly, not expecting that there would be a Southeast Asian great curse master targeting other cultivators here.

Not far from the group, a curse master in a grass skirt made of leaves, with his face painted, sat on a large snake.

In one hand, he held open a palm with a diagram of human meridians.

In his other hand was a blood-red silver needle.

Muttering incantations to himself, he prepared to strike again.

This time, his target was the calm-eyed Zhang Xiaoshan.

But as he was about to strike, his divine thought sensed Zhang Xiaoshan's faint smile directed toward him.

Sang Kun naturally did not understand what Zhang Xiaoshan was smiling about, but he no longer cared.

Because, regardless of what Zhang Xiaoshan was smiling at, or whether he had discovered him, it did not matter.

Once he plunged the needle, Zhang Xiaoshan would become a dead man.

Unfortunately, he could no longer lower his raised right hand.

Because a strand of blue light flickered between his brows and then disappeared.

Sang Kun's face was also filled with despair.

He and the large python he was sitting on fell to the ground together.

With Sang Kun's death, the curses he placed on Zhenwu Hall disciples slowly dissipated.

Seeing their companion's condition improve, Liu Yinmeng's group breathed a long sigh of relief, although they did not understand what had happened.

"The enemy seems to be over there. Let's go take a look."

While everyone was relaxing, Ye Fei pointed in a direction and said.

His keen hearing had picked up the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground earlier.

Without surprise, something must have occurred there.

"Okay."

Liu Yinmeng nodded, and the group cautiously proceeded together.

Once they got closer, Liu Yinmeng's group was stunned!

"It's the Southeast Asian great curse master Sang Kun!"

"No wonder he had the ability to curse-kill Qi Transformation Martial Artists from afar!"

Liu Yinmeng's group felt they had just had a close encounter at the gates of hell.

They had not expected the opponent this time to be a rare Divine Realm curse master!

"That was close!"

"It's like we retrieved a life this time."

"Such powerful beings targeting us mid-journey!"

As Liu Yinmeng spoke, she glanced at Zhang Xiaoshan from the corner of her eye, growing increasingly curious.

The situation they faced this time could truly be described as perilous.

After encountering such danger, Zhang Xiaoshan remained exceptionally calm.

Although Zhang Xiaoshan's strength might not be extraordinary, his temperament was certainly remarkable.

"This time, as Yingzhou Island emerges, many esteemed figures have come from the Cultivator World."

"Perhaps an elder couldn't stand it and casually killed Sang Kun."

"Otherwise, we wouldn't have made it to the legacy entrance on Yingzhou Island."

A Zhenwu Hall disciple mentioned a possibility.

Upon hearing this, those around seemed to agree; it was likely this way.

Continuing their journey, Zhang Xiaoshan stealthily cleared the path with the Qing Mei flying sword.

Along the way, he eliminated numerous minor threats.

Thus, Liu Yinmeng's group reached the Yingzhou Island's legacy entrance without further incident.

Zhang Xiaoshan's gaze rested on the legacy entrance.

But he did not spot any members of the Chasing Moon Alliance nearby.

Quite a few powerful beings had gathered in this area already.

The typically rare Qi Transformation practitioners were everywhere here.

Even Divine Realm Masters were numerous.

Upon Liu Yinmeng's group arrival, a kind elderly man approached them.

Recognizing this elder, Liu Yinmeng happily engaged in conversation, knowing he was one of the high-ranking masters teaching at Zhenwu Hall.

But trouble was still to come!

A massive snake, as thick as a water barrel, aggressively forced its way through the crowd.

A figure in a red robe sat cross-legged on the python's head.

The count of Southeast Asian great curse masters wasn't right; among them, only two were brothers.

Sang Kun, already dead, and now Sang Gao stood before Liu Yinmeng's group!

"Who killed my younger brother?"

Sang Gao's gaze, icy cold, locked onto Zhang Xiaoshan and the Zhenwu Hall group.

Upon his question, numerous curious gazes turned to Zhang Xiaoshan's group.

"No way?"

"Master Sang Kun is dead?"

"That group looks like disciples from Huaxia's Zhenwu Hall."

"Could it be that someone from Zhenwu Hall killed Master Sang Kun?"

For a moment, whispering among the crowd erupted, as many people grew increasingly curious about what had happened.