Celestial Court, Alliance Might City.
Lu Yang and Banshan descended together into the center of the city.
Yet at that very moment, an angry rebuke suddenly exploded between heaven and earth, followed by a second, then a third. They crashed down upon Lu Yang with a thunderous roar.
"Where did this yao come from, daring to offend my Heretical Path Alliance?"
"Who is it? Courting death!"
As they spoke, figures emerged one after another. Every single one bore the Divine Rank of a True Lord, and for a time, heaven and earth themselves trembled.
Quite a few of them.
Lu Yang was somewhat surprised. Including Banshan, this tiny Alliance Might City actually had seven Heretical True Lords. Even in the Immortal Pivot, that could not be underestimated.
After all, if seven Heretical True Lords joined forces, even if they were all fifth-rank True Lords, they would be enough to drive back True Lord Cheng Tian Zhengde. When numbers held an absolute advantage, insufficient quality became a fatal flaw. If they truly fought, the latter might even face a certain risk of death.
Of course, it would be no problem if it were me. Lu Yang thought to himself.
Mere Outer Dao cultivators—let alone seven, even seventy or seven hundred more would only be the sort he could crush to death with his Divine Rank, slaughtering them as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
Yet on the surface, Lu Yang still showed a look of panic.
"Th-this... Fellow Daoists wish to kill me?"
Seeing him like this, Banshan and the Heretical True Lords—who had clearly received word long ago yet pretended ignorance—immediately rejoiced.
Stupid now, aren't you? Didn't expect this, did you?
They loved seeing these stinking Beyond Heaven arrivals come to the Celestial Court begging for scraps. If they did