The Strongest Child Fighter Under Heaven

When the sacrifice at Spirit Official Town was held again, the guard presence was clearly much heavier. Every few steps, a burly man stood holding a weapon. Apparently, they were there to prevent anyone from disrupting the sacrifice again.

But it was only useless effort. If it were still top-tier immortals like yesterday, these guards would never be able to stop them.

Everything proceeded as it had the night before. Several men carried the red sedan chair and placed it atop a raft, then pushed it downstream. But just as the raft was shoved off the massive rock, a wild gale suddenly rose, blowing so fiercely that people could barely stand and could hardly open their eyes.

"Lord Spirit Official is angry!" someone shouted.

The townspeople of Spirit Official Town all fell to their knees, begging for forgiveness. They claimed that yesterday's interrupted sacrifice had all been the fault of "Yang Divine Dragon of Penglai," and that if Lord Spirit Official wished to vent his anger and send down disaster, he should make sure to find that person, and so on.

Only after a while did the fierce wind finally subside.

The old man in black regarded the scene with deep eyes. With a wave of his hand, he restarted the sacrifice. The burly men let out a unified cry and sent the raft splashing into the water.

Boom—

On a hillside several miles away, Chu Liang emerged from the wild wind, with two children in his hands.

One was a dark, skinny little girl, and the other a short little boy. They were precisely the two spirit children who should have ridden in the red sedan chair last night, and who should have been used for tonight's sacrifice.

"Watch them for now. I'll keep an eye on what's happening