Chapter 483 - Chapter 483: 483, [Demon Sect Must Not Be Insulted] (1/2)

Chapter 483: 483, [Demon Sect Must Not Be Insulted]

Gongshu Pan looked at the big-headed boy standing in front of him, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Foreign Race High Priest,” he said in a deep voice.

At the same time, his face involuntarily took on a somewhat solemn expression.

“My junior uncle said that the avatar of the Foreign Race High Priest is infinitely close to the ninth level,” Gongshu Pan looked at the High Priest, unable to distinguish whether it was the avatar or the true body.

In actuality, whether it was the true body or the avatar, neither was something Gongshu Pan could handle alone.

Despite being a giant among cultivators, with a cultivation base reaching the eighth level, he was only in the early stages of the eighth level. Converted into levels, he was at level 83.

The huge level gap indicated that he was no match for the High Priest.

At their level, even a minor level difference could create a massive gap. It was very difficult to kill those of a higher level, let alone a major level difference.

Moreover, the High Priest was undoubtedly no ordinary member of the foreign race. How could someone who cultivated to this extent be ordinary?

To be honest, even if the High Priest was at level 83 now, Gongshu Pan still had little chance of winning.

Luckily, they were in the Flame River, which gave Gongshu Pan a bit more confidence.

Although this was a dormant volcano, it was still a volcano.

Gongshu Pan could still harness the power of the mountain. Therefore, he decided to give it a try.

He waved the black flag in his right hand forward, and the two mountains behind him shook violently.

“Huh, that’s interesting.” A hint of surprise flashed in the High Priest’s murky eyes. A wicked smile sprawled across his face, like a cat toying with a mouse.

He wasn’t in a rush. He had time.

The Supreme Lord had instructed him to arrive in the Eastern Region in three days, he still had two more hours until that deadline, plenty of time.

Besides… the High Priest here wasn’t his true body, but merely an avatar.

After the two mountains trembled, endless fire element power began to gather around the black flag.

Gongshu Pan gave a forceful wave, and a sea of fire spread forward.

The High Priest stretched out his pudgy baby-like hands, drawing two paths in the sea of fire with his fingers.

He flew quickly forward, passing through the sea of fire instantly, then reached out to grab the black flag.

“Bring it on!” Gongshu Pan thought in his heart.

The black flag instantly slipped out of his hand. The moment the High Priest touched it, the fire sea swept forward and sucked him into it.

Surprisingly, the black flag had a double layer, with a space inside. Now, the High Priest was trapped inside by accident.

Gongshu Pan glanced at the black flag from a distance and continued to draw the mountain fire behind him into the black flag.

Once all the mountain fire had entered the black flag, Gongshu Pan’s face relaxed slightly.

But soon he heard a lazy voice:

“You don’t really think I’m trapped in there, do you?”

Gongshu Pan quickly turned around, only to see the High Priest looking at him with a mocking gaze.

Gongshu Pan had no idea when he disappeared or what was actually trapped inside the black flag.

He only knew that the High Priest had countless opportunities to ambush him just now, but he didn’t.

It wasn’t because he was some righteous person. He was simply playing with Gongshu Pan.

Unfortunately, he didn’t see any anger or embarrassment on Gongshu Pan’s face. Instead, his large, black face remained serious and solemn.

The High Priest knew little about Gongshu Pan.

He was the Peak Master of the Demon Sect, the Law Enforcement Elder, and also the one among Yan Li’s disciples who was least talented, but the most tenacious.

The ‘Pan’ in Gongshu Pan meant solid as a rock.

If you asked which of Yan Li’s disciples they respected most…

The most respected was definitely Yan Shu, their eldest senior sister because she had painstakingly taught them when they first joined.

Secondly, the other disciples would surely choose Gongshu Pan.

No one could rival his indefatigable spirit.

Who would have thought that this great cultivator at the eighth level, the respected Peak Master of the Demon Sect, had only five ripples? He was simply a cultivator with an enlightenment level of 5.

Gongshu Pan swung the black flag again. Like a fiery Qilin appearing, it rushed at the High Priest.

The High Priest launched a punch that appeared to be nothing special, like a child messing around.

The next moment, the fiery Qilin disintegrated into sparks of fire.

The remaining force of the punch hit the black flag directly, causing cracks to appear on it, and it split in two.

The rest of the cultivators wanted to help but were held back by the foreign race, unable to disengage.

Gongshu Pan gave a muffled grunt, spat out blood, but his face remained unchanged.

A hint of disgust appeared on the High Priest’s face. He swung another punch, caving in Gongshu Pan’s chest. Gongshu Pan flew backward, smashing into a small mountain behind him, causing a landslide.

Gongshu Pan fell into the pit, his face, as dark as a traditional Chinese judge, still had a somber expression.

He could have run, but he didn’t want to.