Sun Sheng's hand pinned the primitive human from the Abyssal Realm to the ice coffin with a long needle, and a group of medical students immediately gathered around, wanting to see what the primitive human from the Abyssal Realm looked like.

  Su Dao Xing also came over, sizing up the primitive human of Yuanjie. The primitive human was a woman, with delicate facial features that were no different from those of a beautiful human woman. However, her skin was blue, and even her eyes were blue. On top of her head were two horns, and behind her buttocks was a blue tail.

  That primitive human suddenly opened his eyes, which were full of murderous aura. He had an endless hatred for the humans in the Bright Boundary and wished he could kill them all off.

  Su Dao Xing hastily closed his eyes, no longer looking at the primitive human. The spiritual force that had shot out from the primitive human's eyes just now had directly exploded in his sea of consciousness, almost shattering his soul power pool. He muttered to himself: "What a terrifying primordial human, her cultivation is probably equivalent to that of a cultivator, but her spiritual force attack is very fierce, almost destroying my soul power pool."

  "Ah!" A medical student had just glanced at the primitive human from the Abyss, and was attacked by the primitive human's psychic powers, clutching his head and screaming in pain.

  Sun Sheng's face was filled with a look of "iron not becoming steel" as he gazed at the medical student, saying: "The primitive humans of the Abyssal Realm are all tough characters. You, a mere Sect Master, dare to look down on the primitive humans of the Abyssal Realm? It's simply ignorant of your own mortality. The primitive humans of the Abyssal Realm are equivalent to the cultivators of humanity, even if they were just one sect."

  "The student knows he was wrong." The medical student's pain eased a bit as he spoke to Sun Sheng.

  Just now, I saw that the medical practitioners of the primitive human beings in the Abyssal Realm were all pale as snow, and it was clear that they had also been affected by the spiritual attack of the primitive human being in the Abyssal Realm. They were all filled with fear towards the primitive human being in the Abyssal Realm.

  Lord Aotsuki once again headed towards the battlefield between the two realms.

  One after another, the injured emerged from the darkness and were immediately treated by the medical staff, who did their best to save their lives.

  "Victory!"

  A young man appeared at the entrance of the abyss, immediately attracting the attention of all the students.

  That young man grasped two long spears with both hands, which were of the Lingbing grade. Behind him, he carried eight Lingbing spears, each one being a Lingbing spear. Even every part of his light armor was made of Lingbing, including his waistband, rings, thumb ring, necklace, and even earrings, all of which were made of Lingbing. What's more frightening was that at his waist hung seven sets of the Seven Sacred Command Medallions, each one filled with Lingbing.

  This young man is simply a mobile arsenal.

  Every component on his body is a spiritual soldier, and it's an extraordinary one at that. Such a configuration is truly too luxurious.

  I'd say there are hardly any cultivators on the entire continent who can match this setup.

  That young man is Wu Sheng, from a martial arts family of "Southern Orthodox Northern Wu".

  When it comes to "Southern School and Northern Wu", everyone in the Eastern Land knows about it.

  Nanzong is the patriarch of the south, a family of alchemists who refine elixirs, and also the largest supplier of spiritual elixirs to the Eastern Imperial Court. The family's elixir halls are spread throughout the Eastern Imperial Court, and they even have elixir halls in other imperial courts.

  Beiwu is the Wu family in the north where Wusheng lives, the Wu family is the largest spiritual soldier supplier of the Dongtu Imperial Court, the Wu family's spiritual soldier pavilions are all over the imperial court, and even on Taobao Street in Shengyuan, there are Wu family's spiritual soldier shops.

  The two great families of Nan and Bei have been in the Eastern Imperial Dynasty for a long enough time to be traced back to the era when Wu Sheng Tang Xie established the Eastern Imperial Dynasty. In the era of Tang Shengren, Nan and Bei were staunch supporters of Tang Shengren, which is why the two great families have continued to thrive until today, with deep roots and lush leaves.

  "Nanzong Bei Wu" refers to the Zong family and the Wu family, and the "Nanzong Bei Wu" of the Holy House refers to Zong Xiqing, a descendant of the Zong family, and Wu Sheng, a descendant of the Wu family.

  His body is a spiritual soldier, standing there is a treasure trove of spiritual soldiers. He is also the honorary master of Wu Shengyuan and will come to Wu Shengyuan from time to time. As soon as he heard that the two realms of the Cold Ice Abyss had started, he came directly to the entrance of the Abyss through the transmission array.

  Wu Sheng's bright and spirited eyes scanned the surrounding teachers and students, and he said loudly: "Is there a master of the Hundred Pulse willing to follow me to the battlefield between the two realms?"

  All around was quiet and still.

  Su Dao woke up from his contemplation and asked: "Wu Laoshi, can the Eighty Pulse Sect Master follow you to the Two Realms Battlefield?"

  Wu Sheng Chao Su Dao Xing laughed and said, "It's you then. The difference between the 80th and 100th masters is not great. Your task is to follow me and gain experience. When we encounter strange creatures in the Abyss, I'll take care of killing them, and you'll be responsible for searching their bodies for treasure."

  Only someone like Wu Sheng can say such shameless words in a crowded place without blushing or gasping for air.

  "Go!"

  Wu Sheng casually tossed a spiritual long spear to Su Dao Xing and said, "See if it feels comfortable in your hand? If it does, I'll give it to you as payment for following me to the Two Realms."

  Wow!

  The students around were no longer calm, they really didn't expect Wu Sheng to be so generous, casually giving Su Dao Xing a spiritual sword. If they had known earlier, they would have followed Wu Sheng to the battlefield between the two realms.

  Su Dao Xing took over the spiritual long spear, swung it twice, and drew a few gun flowers, saying: "It's very handy to use, Master Wu."

  Seeing Su Dao Xing look at him, Wu Sheng patted the Seven Saint Token on his waist and said: "That spiritual soldier long gun is given to you as promised. My Seven Saint Token contains all sorts of spiritual soldiers. The children of the Wu family may lack everything else, but they are never short of spiritual soldiers."

  I've seen people who are wealthy and uncouth, but I've never seen anyone as wealthy and uncouth as Wu Sheng.

  Wu Sheng's words made Su Dao and the others wish they could become Wu family disciples, but as soon as this thought arose, he immediately dispelled it. After all, he was a disciple of the Demon Saint's legacy, how could he do something so humiliating?

  Su Dao Xing followed Wu Sheng into the darkness, swallowed by the endless blackness.

  Wen Hongmei looked worriedly at the receding back of Su Daowei, then turned to Sun Sheng and said: "Master Sun, why didn't you stop Su Daowei from entering the Two Realms Battlefield? It's very dangerous there, what if..."

  Sun Shengshou knew what Wen Hongmei wanted to say, and sighed, saying: "Su Daowu will eventually have to face the monsters of the Abyss one day. It's better to let him first encounter the monsters of the Abyss under the protection of a master like Wu Sheng, who has many spiritual soldiers, so that he can understand how ferocious they are, lest when he faces them alone in the future, he will be at a loss."

  Wen Hongmei felt that Sun Shengshou's words were laced with underlying meaning, and didn't dwell on the matter of Su Daoxian anymore. Seeing a master supporting an injured cultivator emerging from the darkness, she immediately went over to help, supporting the injured person as they headed towards where Sun Shengshou was.

  Waaah!

  From the depths of darkness came a mournful sighing of the wind, making one's hair stand on end and body hair stand upright in the cold black night.