Zhenlian City, countless cultivators flew up to the city walls, looking out with hope.

At this moment, the dark clouds were gradually dispersing, and in a short while, the battle inside would be fully visible.

Within the dark clouds.

The thirty-some disciples of the Zhenyang Sect remaining on the ground looked up at the peak of Qilian Mountain.

Feiyu and Hunting Cloud had already been slain, the Senior Sister and Junior Sister Ruo pointed their dual swords at the heavily injured Tiger Boar, this ancient exotic beast was already gravely wounded, this would be the final blow.

"Senior Sister, Junior Sister Ruo, kill this foul beast!"

"Avenge everyone!"

Xu Caihe, Zhou Ling’Er, Shi Ying, and others were covered in wounds, their eyes filled with hatred, and at their feet lay the corpses of countless fellow sect members.

In this battle, more than two hundred cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage fought, yet only thirty-something were left.

Every survivor watched as their fellow sect members died before their eyes.

Some were even torn apart and devoured by the demonic beasts, leaving not even remains behind.

Every living person was filled with endless hatred for the demonic beasts.

Now that Feiyu and Hunting Cloud were dead, and the Tiger Boar was severely injured, the low-level demonic beasts had dispersed, and they were no longer in mortal danger.

But at this moment, no one felt any joy; instead, they all stared intently at the mountain top.

They wanted to see with their own eyes as the head of the culprit was severed by Senior Sister and Junior Sister Ruo.

As a sacrifice to their fellow sect members!

However, just as Ye Xiyue and Qiu Zhihe were about to deliver the killing blow to the Tiger Boar with their swords, a golden light from afar struck first and severed the Tiger Boar’s head!

The timing of this golden light was precise; as it slew the Tiger Boar, the dark clouds just happened to fully disperse.

Everyone on the walls of Zhenlian City saw him kill the ancient exotic beast.

The next moment, he held the huge head of the Tiger Boar in his palm, with the sword tip still dripping the blood of the beast, that short and stout figure standing proudly on the mountain peak appeared immensely towering.

"It’s Elder Zheng!"

Someone on the city walls recognized him.

"So it was Elder Zheng who struck down the demonic beast!"

"Wonderful! We are saved!"

"Elder Zheng saved Zhenlian City!"

"Elder Zheng slew the demonic beast, saving the masses from disaster, what a boundless merit!"

Countless people on the walls were ecstatic, kneeling and crying tears of gratitude towards Zheng Shengmo on the mountain peak.

The city had been shrouded in demonic beast clouds for days, and with no aid arriving, they had already despaired.

Unexpectedly, today Zheng Shengmo led the disciples of the Zhenyang Sect to come personally and killed such a powerful ancient exotic beast.

No wonder he is an elder of the Zhenyang Sect, the Master of Forgetful Peak!

At this moment, countless residents of Zhenlian City regarded Zheng Shengmo as a god-like figure.

Only someone like him could slay the Beast King and save the world!

In contrast to the countless cheers and worship on the city walls, the surviving disciples of the Zhenyang Sect were all stunned.

"Elder Zheng?

"When did he arrive?"

"We clearly fought desperately against the beast tide, the Senior Sister and others fought hard against the Beast King, so why does all the credit now go to Elder Zheng?"

"But Elder Zheng did indeed slay the strongest ancient exotic beast."

"Are you stupid? That Tiger Boar was already done for, even you and I could have killed it! Elder Zheng is clearly..."

"Stealing credit?"

"No way?"

These disciples covered in scars couldn’t help but discuss, looking at Zheng Shengmo with complex expressions.

On the mountain peak, Zheng Shengmo stood with both hands behind his back, proud and imposing, calmly accepting the cheers and worship of the people in Zhenlian City.

Liu Su was dumbfounded: "Damn! There’s someone so shameless?!"

Mo Xiaolan’s face was also cold, Qin Gengyun got up from the ground and walked towards Zheng Shengmo.

Qiu Zhihe grabbed his hand, and Qin Gengyun looked at her in astonishment, but Qiu Zhihe had already pulled him aside.

Qin Gengyun transmitted his voice: "Wife, Zheng Shengmo was obviously lurking nearby the whole time, unmoved by the deaths of so many people, just waiting to steal credit at the end, such behavior is worse than a beast! Why did you stop me?"

Although Qin Gengyun didn’t have a good impression of the Zhenyang Sect, he genuinely fought alongside these disciples, who were now his comrades.

More than two hundred fought the beast tide, with only thirty-some surviving.

Such tragic losses!

Even though the Zhenyang Sect had numerous faults, the sincerity of these disciples should be remembered by the world!

Yet Zheng Shengmo took all the credit in the final moment, ignoring the sacrifices they made!

Since meeting Qiu Zhihe in Narrow Rain Lane, Qin Gengyun’s cultivation rapidly increased, as did his strategy and wit; he had not been this impulsive for a long time.

But seeing Zheng Shengmo calmly accept the cheers and worship in Zhenlian City made him unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

"The wicked will get their comeuppance, husband, don’t be impulsive."

Qiu Zhihe’s transmitted voice was gentle, gradually calming Qin Gengyun’s anger.

Ye Xiyue, her expression icy and emotionless, gave a slight hand salute towards Zheng Shengmo: "Junior Martial Uncle Zheng, you arrived at just the right moment."

"Niece, you flatter me." As if not sensing her sarcasm, Zheng Shengmo laughed heartily:

"As an elder of Zhenyang Sect, it’s only natural to ensure your safety, and protect the people of the world. However, niece, your cultivation recovery is swift, congratulations."

Zheng Shengmo smiled benevolently, but his gaze drifted over Ye Xiyue, his tone filled with complacency.

In fact, he had arrived in Zhenlian City five days ago, but upon seeing the dense beast tide outside the sect and sensing the aura of two ancient demonic beasts and one ancient exotic beast, he chose to watch and wait.

Even though he was at the Nascent Soul Peak and theoretically could slay the three demonic beasts.

But Zheng Shengmo was always cautious in his actions; he had no idea what talent superpower the ancient exotic beast possessed, and together with the two ancient demonic beasts, he might get injured.

If he were wounded by the beasts, delaying his breakthrough to the Divinity Transformation Realm, it would be a major loss.

As for the tens of thousands of residents in Zhenlian City, naturally, they would not be as important as his cultivation.

Today, seeing Ye Xiyue and the others arrive, Zheng Shengmo was delighted and stayed hidden, waiting for the opportunity.

Until this moment, the Tiger Boar was heavily injured, and the dark clouds were about to clear, he launched a thunderous strike to kill this ancient exotic beast in one go.

Just in time for the people of Zhenlian City to witness him slaying the beast, turning the tide.

This method of winning their hearts was naturally beneficial for his future competition for the position of sect leader of Zhenyang Sect.

Such a perfectly timed operation was delicately executed, Zheng Shengmo was very satisfied.

As for the strange looks those disciples cast at him, he didn’t care at all, what could these juniors do even if they were dissatisfied?

Zhenlian City’s city gates opened, Xu Jiangxing led the crowd out to welcome him, Zheng Shengmo laughed heartily, his figure flickered, and he was already at the city gate from the peak of Qilian Mountain.

Immediately, it drew countless cries of respect from the people in Zhenlian City:

"Elder Zheng slew the demonic beast, saving the people from calamity!"

"Elder Zheng’s merit is unmatched!"

"Elder Zheng’s cultivation is transcendent, he should be the new sect leader of Zhenyang Sect!"