Changsheng Palace's Eldest Disciple Enters the Calamity of the Investiture of the Gods (Continued)

Although Yang Jian had caught them off guard, there was no denying his own formidable strength.

As expected of the Saint Master's disciple—every one of them was so powerful!

At that thought, Li Jing could not help thinking of his third son, Nezha, who had been taken away before he had even had the chance to properly dote on him.

He wondered how Nezha was doing in Changsheng Palace now. Had he already begun cultivating?

Seeing the worshipful look on Wen Zhong's face, Li Jing's thoughts began to wander again.

"If we go by my third son's seniority, heh heh heh!"

Li Jing felt delighted, but he did not dare show it. It was enough for him to secretly revel in it.

"Oh, I'm such a fool, truly."

Shen Gongbao was overjoyed, yet also somewhat regretful.

"If I'd known His Majesty's identity earlier, I should have gone to Guangjiang Pass or the dragon and phoenix clans to recruit people!"

Still, this was good too. Yang Jian's uninvited arrival had broken the current deadlock.

The members of the Interception Sect all bowed to Yang Jian as well.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for saving our lives!"

Yang Jian nodded with a gentle expression. These people had come to help his second junior disciple brother, so it was only right that he save them.

However, some people would not receive such good treatment.

"Hmph! Guangchengzi? Long time no see. Wasn't your last beating enough? You still dare oppose Changsheng Palace?"

Yang Jian looked at the Twelve Golden Immortals without showing them the slightest courtesy.

"Yang Jian, this is a dispute between the Chan Sect and the Interception Sect. I hope you will not meddle in other people's business!"

Guangchengzi looked awful. The memory of being brutally beaten by Yang Jian that day remained