The Mightiest Little Peasant

"No!"

"Seniors, have mercy!"

The four corners of the immortal palace were filled with terrified cries.

The True Immortals fled in all directions, their faces pale with despair.

Some of the Golden Immortals, on the other hand, were united to resist those half-step Da Luo, and the celestial old monsters.

"Tsk!"

Tang Hao looked around and was a little intolerant.

Although he was used to killing, he never killed innocents indiscriminately.

"Is that guy ......?"

He swept his eyes around and landed sharply on one of the figures, a fat man in a gray Daoist robe, with a fat belly and a pair of eyes so fat that they were squinting into slits, that was the Asking Heaven Great Sect's Heavenly Reverend Old Monster.

"Come come come! All in!"

"Don't run! It's an honor for you to be seen by Master Dao."

He muttered, holding a cloth bag in his hand, chasing a group of immortals.

Wow!

The bag opened, and with a forward motion, he took in the group of True Immortals.

He put the bag away, patted it down, and swept toward the Immortal Refining Pool with a grin on his face.

"Make way! Let me go first!"

He also yelled, eyebrows open.

"This guy!"

Tang Hao's pupils narrowed, and cold auras emerged.

Of course, he remembered this guy. The Asking Heaven Sect dealt with him twice.

This person's dao name was Sumeru, and he was one of the three great heavenly dignitaries of the Asking Heaven Sect.

"This ...... is too cruel!"

On the side of the Immortal Palace, amidst a cloud of golden light, Feng Qingyan looked at the side of the Purging Immortal Pond and couldn't bear to say.

"What's so cruel about this, it's just a matter of natural selection, the weak should be eliminated, even if we don't kill them, they will be killed by others, so it's better to let us do it." The white-clothed man shook his head and said coldly.

"Yes! Rather than having them killed by other great villains, old demons, it's better for us to ask the Heavenly Sect."

"It's lucky that they fell into our hands!"

Many disciples echoed this.

They looked toward the four directions, all looking a little excited.

Those people in the four directions were all walking great tonic, a supreme opportunity.

"Brother, let's do it too!"

Soon, they couldn't resist.

"Yes! Let's do it together, capture the person, and then teach the master to refine it." The man in white nodded, excitedly.

"Over there!"

He swept around, found his target, and hurriedly swept away with a group of disciples of the Heaven Seeking Sect.

In the corner of the Immortal Palace, Tang Hao was still standing there.

He looked around, looking indifferent.

Although it was a bit unbearable to watch, he had no intention of taking action.

It was too chaotic, and there were too many people taking action, so he couldn't save everyone.

"Fellow Daoist, save me!"

There was someone fleeing in his direction, covered in golden immortal blood and looking wretched, who immediately shouted out when he saw him.

In his opinion, this person was alone, independent of this, with such a calm and relaxed posture, must be an expert, a great magical generation, not afraid of those ferocious demons, if he took refuge, there would be salvation.

"Humph! Still trying to run!"

Behind him, a figure came rushing after him, whoosh!

A pitch-black sword light flashed, piercing the true immortal's skull.

And then poof, a sword slashed through, and the head flew up, caught by the man who came after it, and squeezed it in his palm.

"Ho! In front of this seat, you still want to run! What an idiot!"

The man sneered.

Taking that body in again, he looked up, towards Tang Hao.

"This guy ...... seems a bit odd!"

He wanted to take action, but upon closer inspection, he hesitated because he realized that he couldn't see through the person's realm at all, and that the person was independent with his hands behind his back and looked calm, as if he had some strength.

"Forget it!"

He muttered, turned his head and walked away.

Seeing him leave, Tang Hao snorted lightly.

This person was at the peak of Golden Immortal, if he dared to fight, he wouldn't mind killing him, and then refining him to death.

Then, many more people swept by near him, but, upon closer inspection, they all walked away.

"Senior, spare my life!"

"Seniors, they are still children, less than a hundred years old! Be merciful and spare them!"

Another group of people, being hunted down, arrived at a nearby palace.

It was an old man with a few young men.

The old man was only at the Heavenly Immortal realm, while the young men had just been promoted to True Immortal, and one was only twelve or thirteen years old, looking like a child.

The old man opened his arms, stopped them, and begged at the one who came after him.

His immortal robe was torn and stained with immortal blood, and his appearance was somewhat miserable.

"Spare your life? Haha! At this point, are you still begging for mercy, is it useful?"

"Old son, this is your bad fate, no one can blame anyone, who called you too weak!"

The one who came after him immediately sneered and laughed, full of mockery.

"Those as weak as you deserve to die, and besides, you're lucky to have died at the hands of my Asking Heaven Sect! You should be content!"

He sneered again, and a sardonic color appeared on his face.

With a flick of his sleeve, he blasted out a sword light.

Poof!

The old man's shoulder was pierced, spilling a puff of immortal blood.

His body shook and his face twitched, but he stood still, trying his best to stabilize himself, still blocking the way.

"Master ......"

Behind him, a group of young people cried out in grief, their eyes red.

"Disciples, it's Master's fault for harming you!" The old man swallowed a mouthful of immortal blood in his throat, and astringently spoke with a look of sorrow on his face.

Following that, he clenched his teeth, and a look of determination appeared on his face.

On his body, a violent air erupted.

"Want to self-destruct? Huh? You're still a little short, but you're in the middle Heavenly Immortal stage, so even if you blow yourself up, you can't hurt me."

The disciple of the Asking Heaven Sect snorted coldly, disdainfully.

He was a Golden Immortal cultivator, or the pride of the Asking Heaven Sect, whose realm and supernatural powers could not be compared to this little mid-stage Immortal.

That old man's body, the more violent his breath became.

He took one step at a time, walking towards the front.

"Master ......"

Behind him, the group of young disciples wept profusely and became tearful.

Witnessing this scene, Tang Hao, who was not far away, gave a soft tsk.

He was finally somewhat moved.

He didn't intend to make a move because these people were all from the Immortal World, not from Pangu, and he didn't have any special feelings for people from the Immortal World.

But, seeing this scene, he couldn't help it after all.

"Just!"

He sighed, stepped forward, and swept out.

"Hmph! Old son, I'll calm you down first and see how you can still explode!"

The disciple of the Asking Heaven disciple sneered, and with a flick of his sleeve, a golden pagoda flew out, instantly growing in size and heading toward the old man below.

However, the pagoda only fell a short distance before it suddenly stopped, stopping ten feet above the old man, unable to fall any further.

"What's going on?"

He was stunned.

The old man below was also startled.

"Get out of here!"

At this time, a cold drink came from the side.

When I turned around, I saw a figure walking towards me, a white dress as white as snow, with a radiant fairy glow covering its body, appearing dreamy and dusty.