Reborn group pet, the boss begs for forgiveness

"I'm afraid no one in this God's Realm can beat us." The heir of Fenglai Pavilion said proudly. His eyes were full of confidence and disdain, as if he had already stepped on the whole world.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Zhan Xingjue couldn't help but complain. He really couldn't understand why these people were so slow, and they didn't fight when they were so powerful.

"Eat watermelon." A follower of Fenglai Pavilion replied calmly. As he spoke, he took out a round watermelon from his arms and tapped it lightly, and the watermelon split into two halves.

Zhan Xingjue was stunned. He had never expected the other party to give such an answer. "I wonder what you are talking about?" He continued to ask curiously, "Oh, no, what do you mean?"

The heir of Fenglai Pavilion laughed loudly: "Do you really think we are just eating melons out of boredom? In fact, this is a way of cultivation. By observing the changes in all things in the world, we can better understand the way of heaven. And eating melons is a way for us to keep our minds calm."

After listening to this, Zhan Xingjue nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that behind these seemingly strange behaviors, there were such profound truths. It seemed that he still had a lot to learn!

The heir of Fenglai Pavilion raised his lips slightly, revealing a calm smile, and gently patted Zhan Xingjue on the shoulder, his eyes showing calmness and confidence, as if everything was under control. He comforted, "Don't be impatient, my friend." Then, he cast his eyes on the thick, inky, rolling fog in front of him, as if he wanted to penetrate it and explore the hidden secrets.

He frowned slightly and whispered thoughtfully, "It seems that someone else has stepped into this mysterious realm of God ahead of us, but judging from their situation, they may be in trouble." Before he finished speaking, Zhan Xingjue asked suspiciously, "Why do you say that? How can you make a conclusion based on these illusory images?"

The heir of Fenglai Pavilion did not rush to explain, but pointed to the ground. Looking in the direction he pointed, the muddy ground was covered with disorderly footprints, and there were broken branches and leaves and traces of violent destruction scattered around. It was obvious that this place had experienced a thrilling battle not long ago.

Facing the scene before him, the heir of Fenglai Pavilion explained the reason: "Looking at those chaotic footprints and the messy battlefield, we can infer that this place has just experienced a fierce battle. If we rush forward at this time, we may fall into an unknown crisis. It is better to wait and see what happens and wait for an opportunity to act. Perhaps we can find clues from the aftermath of the melee, which will also help us understand the situation and act after careful consideration. Only in this way can we remain invincible in a dangerous situation." After that, he stood with his hands behind his back, staring into the distance, waiting for developments.

Zhan Xingjue nodded slightly to show his agreement, and he couldn't help but admire the Fenglai Pavilion's carefulness. After some discussion, the two decided to quietly follow those clues and explore the truth behind the matter.

“If I lose this competition, you can choose and use the magic weapons and weapons in Fenglai Pavilion.” The successor of Fenglai Pavilion said loudly.

"Oh? You are so arrogant!" Zhan Xingjue raised the corner of his mouth and said jokingly.

"In that case, then we have a deal!" Facing the other party's provocation, Zhan Xingjue showed no fear and resolutely accepted the challenge.

At this time, the two carefully followed the trail and the fog around them became thicker and thicker, as if it were real, blurring their vision. Suddenly, a noisy sound came from not far ahead, accompanied by flashes of light that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Be careful!" The heir of Fenglai Pavilion was horrified, and shouted without thinking too much. At the same time, he quickly stretched out his right hand, tightly grabbed Zhan Xingjue's arm, and pulled him to his side. At the same time, a sharp sword energy shot out from the thick fog like lightning, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and attacked the two of them directly!

This sword energy was extremely fast and powerful. If the heir of Fenglai Pavilion had not reacted in time, the consequences would have been disastrous. Zhan Xingjue looked at the sword energy that almost brushed past his body with lingering fear, his face slightly pale, and whispered: "That was close... It seems that the battle ahead is not over yet."

The heir of Fenglai Pavilion nodded slightly, indicating his approval of the other party's words, but his eyes revealed a subtle solemnity. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and exchanged glances with his companions before carefully moving forward.

As they continued to get closer to the target location, the originally blurry scene in front of them began to become clearer and clearer... The first thing that came into view was an ancient and solemn building, standing alone in the middle of a desolate land, surrounded by a mysterious atmosphere; then they could see that the building was surrounded by a circle of tall walls, which tightly protected the entire area; finally, when they finally got close enough to the building, they found that the door was closed and a tattered plaque was hung above it, with three large characters "Fenglai Pavilion" faintly engraved on it.

Instantly, as if a bolt of lightning had pierced through the dark night sky, inspiration flashed through my mind with astonishing force! The scene before my eyes was so shocking that it made me dumbfounded and horrified.

Everywhere you look, there is a mess, chaos and disorder to the extreme. The ground is full of broken debris and mottled bloodstains, like a bloody and horrible picture. Looking closely, you can see that there are several corpses lying on the ground, lifeless; some wounded are in extreme pain, they let out bursts of shrill wails, resounding throughout the space, sounding heartbreaking.

In the center of this tragic scene, two men were engaged in a thrilling battle. One of the men held a sharp sword, and his sword was fierce and fierce; the other was bare-handed, but his body was agile and nimble. They exuded an incomparable powerful aura, and there was no doubt that they were both peerless masters.

The heir of Fenglai Pavilion stared at the front with eyes wide open, and an indescribable horror and shock surged in his heart. He couldn't believe his eyes. The man holding the long sword and with such a powerful aura was actually his senior brother - Ling Feng!

The enemy standing opposite Ling Feng was a completely unfamiliar face. This man was tall and mighty, with a face as cold as frost, and exuded a frightening aura. He held a huge sword in his hand, shining with cold light, and stood in confrontation with Ling Feng, like an insurmountable mountain.

The heir of Fenglai Pavilion was in a state of confusion. He couldn't figure out why Ling Feng would fight such a mysterious opponent. What happened between them? Why did Ling Feng appear here?