"Daoist Wang, long time no see."
Zheng Qiuyue smiled sweetly and greeted Wang Changsheng.
Su Yuntao narrowed his eyes and said, "You're a descendant of Daoist Zheng, aren't you? For Daoist Zheng's sake, you may leave. This old man won't make things difficult for you."
"Thank you for your regard, Senior, but I'm afraid I must decline. When you killed our Divine Weapon Palace disciples, you certainly didn't think of our ancestor."
Zheng Qiuyue spoke neither servilely nor arrogantly. With the lips gone, the teeth would feel the cold. If Su Yuntao eliminated Wang Changsheng, he certainly wouldn't spare them either. Would Zheng Qiuyue simply stand by and watch, hoping to reap the benefits afterward? Neither Su Yuntao nor Wang Changsheng would allow such a thing to happen.
She certainly wouldn't believe these old monsters would observe any principles. Strength was the foundation.
"Fine. You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. You brought this upon yourselves."
Su Yuntao's expression turned cold. Just as he was about to summon a powerful treasure to annihilate Zheng Qiuyue and the others, a deafening explosion rang out, and a gigantic silver mushroom cloud appeared on the distant horizon.
The cultivators were startled and all looked into the distance.
A streak of silver light appeared on the distant horizon and rapidly flew toward them.
Wang Changsheng sensed with his divine sense that the newcomer was a Deity Transformation Cultivator.
Before long, the silver light halted. It was a tall, lanky Silver-Shirted Youth. A pair of wings flickering with silver light extended from his back, their surfaces covered in countless silver electric arcs. His spiritual aura was astonishing.
The Silver-Shirted Youth's features were twisted, and his face was flushed red, as though he had encountered something terrifying.
"Junior Brother Li, what