C377 The Battle Intent Rushed to the Heavens(2)

"He's Woo Zhengyang's servant? A servant who's an expert at the Reality Condensing Stage, accompanied by four fair maidens—just who is this Woo Zhengyang?" someone remarked upon hearing Uncle Fu's address.

Wong Jinghai and his companions were familiar with Uncle Fu. Since they came for Woo Zhengyang, they had thoroughly investigated him. They knew Uncle Fu was an expert at the Shape Gathering Stage.

However, there's a world of difference between the Shape Gathering Stage and the Reality Condensing Stage. Uncle Fu stepping forward made Wong Jinghai and the others hesitant to act recklessly.

If the elder of the Profound Heaven Sect hadn't left, then the sect still had three experts at the Reality Condensing Stage, matching the three sects of the Fallen Sun Country.

The large forces rallied by the three sects of the Fallen Sun Country were mostly a ragtag bunch. If they couldn't overpower the Profound Heaven Sect in terms of Reality Condensing Stage experts, their casualties would be unpredictable, making it hard to establish authority.

After a brief, silent exchange, they quickly reached a consensus, their gaze on Woo Zhengyang growing more intense.

No matter what, Woo Zhengyang's No Life Sword was their primary target.

"Why are you staring at me like that? If you want me to take your head, at least let me finish this drink first, you fool!" Woo Zhengyang teased.

"Scoundrel!" Wong Jinghai was furious at being called a fool by a youngster and was about to strike but managed to restrain himself.

With Uncle Fu and Nie Fengyu, both experts at the Reality Condensing Stage, involved, any effort on his part would be pointless. If things went south, it would just be embarrassing.

"Even though I haven't joined the Profound Heaven Sect, since the young master is part of it, I consider myself one of them too. I'll drink this farewell wine with you," Uncle Fu said, eyeing the wine jar Woo Zhengyang was holding.

"Great! Our Profound Heaven Sect could use another elder, haha..." Nie Fengyu laughed heartily, grabbing another jar of wine and handing it to Uncle Fu.

"Sir, it's been a while since we had a drink..." Huo'er tugged at Woo Zhengyang's sleeve, her voice as clear and sweet as a bell, instantly stirring the already captivated crowd even more.

Woo Zhengyang was a bit embarrassed; this young girl was craving wine too.

"Sect Master, do you have more wine? Let's have another jar..." Nie Fengyu wasn't one to hold back, promptly handing over four jars to Woo Zhengyang.

Woo Zhengyang casually distributed them, and the four women accepted with cheerful smiles. He was slightly embarrassed again, realizing Huo'er wasn't the only one with a taste for wine.

"After drinking this farewell wine, let's take down that fool!" Woo Zhengyang led the chant.

"After drinking this farewell wine, let's take down that fool!" echoed the members of the Profound Heaven Sect, while Wong Jinghai's face turned a shade redder than a beet.

The seal was broken, and the aroma of the wine filled the air. Woo Zhengyang lifted the jug and drank deeply, as did everyone else. Whether it was the atmosphere, the mood, or simply Nie Fengyu's exceptional stash, Woo Zhengyang, who rarely drank, found the wine incredibly smooth and rich. It was clearly crafted with rare flowers and herbs, transforming into a significant amount of energy upon consumption.

Before he knew it, Woo Zhengyang had finished the entire jug. Afterward, he noticed everyone staring at him, leaving him momentarily confused. Quickly, he realized they weren't looking at him but at the four women behind him.

Turning around, Woo Zhengyang was stunned. Bing'er and the other three women were drinking just like him, but unlike Woo Zhengyang and the others, who drank without concern for appearances, they sipped gracefully, leaving not a drop behind. Because of this, they were still holding their jugs, their white necks exposed as they swallowed each sip.

"These four ladies have such a bold side..." someone remarked in disbelief.

"Such genuine spirit, I love it..." another said excitedly.

The four women finally finished their drinks and, noticing Woo Zhengyang's dazed expression, asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Is this how you always drink?" Woo Zhengyang couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, the Palace Lord says once a bottle's opened, you have to finish it in one go, or else it's wasted," Bing'er replied, looking at Woo Zhengyang with genuine confusion.

"Palace Lord? Just now, the four ladies called Woo Zhengyang 'young master,' and now there's a Palace Lord. Could Woo Zhengyang be some prince-in-law of a superpower?" someone speculated.

It's understandable they misheard. Nowadays, sect titles are strictly regulated. A sect named 'Palace' requires a Martial Emperor of the Reality Condensing Stage to oversee it, something they couldn't even dream of.

"If the maidens are this stunning, imagine how breathtaking the Palace Lord must be! Is Woo Zhengyang just lucky, or does he have some special status? It's so unfair that all the good things happen to him," someone grumbled with envy.

"Looks like a fight's about to break out," someone warned.

While the members of the Profound Heaven Sect were enjoying their drinks, the three sects from the Fallen Sun Country were already making their move. The situation was changing, and they couldn't afford to be careless. They left the elder of the Fallen Sun Sect to hold the rear while the others began to slowly tighten their encirclement.

They had reached a new consensus: to proceed cautiously and capture everyone from the Profound Heaven Sect in one fell swoop, eliminating any future threats!