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 formidable strength.

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

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

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

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

"If we went by my third son's seniority... heh heh heh!"

Li Jing was secretly delighted, though he did not dare show it. It was enough for him to savor it alone.

"Oh, how foolish I was. Truly foolish."

Shen Gongbao was overjoyed, but also somewhat regretful.

"Had I 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 fine. 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 saving them was only natural.

However, not everyone received such 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 giving them the slightest face.

"Yang Jian, this is a conflict between the Chan Sect and the Interception Sect. I hope you will not meddle in others' affairs!"

Guangchengzi looked terrible. The memory of Yang Jian beating him mercilessly that day was still fresh in his mind.

The Twelve Golden Immortals also looked rather uncomfortable, clearly unable to