Junior Brother, We're Here!
South Sea Crossing State.
The Purple Lin Demon King wore Indestructible Clothing, arms folded as he hovered above the towering mountain ranges, radiating an aura that looked down upon the world.
This Dao Transformation Kun from the Upper Realm, who had dared to steal a Dragon Egg, had yet to recover his peak strength, but the kingly bearing around him had grown ever stronger.
On the mountain ahead—
Seven Old Men in identical attire stood there.
They were the Seven Grand Elders of the Seven Star Palace, all of them Martial Saints.
As for the Seven Star Palace, it was the strongest sect in South Sea Crossing State, with a standing equivalent to the Taixuan Sacred Sect on the continent.
"Are you challenging me one-on-one, or are you ganging up on me?" the Purple Lin Demon King asked arrogantly, his tone seeming to say that he feared neither one-on-one fights nor gang beatings and was proficient in both.
The seven Grand Elders' expressions darkened.
They had been in seclusion, wholly absorbed in cultivation and unconcerned with worldly affairs, for a long time.
But some time ago, several outsiders had suddenly appeared in the state. They acted with extreme arrogance and made enemies of many sects, so the elders had emerged from seclusion.
Sure enough.
He was incredibly arrogant!
"Kid."
One Grand Elder said coldly, "Our Seven Star Palace specializes in Formations. Whenever we fight others, we have always attacked together."
"Tch."
The Purple Lin Demon King said, "If you want to gang up on me, then gang up on me. Don't make excuses."
"..."
Anger appeared on the seven elders' faces.
"Come, come."
The Purple Lin Demon King waved his hand. "All of you, attack together."
He truly was not afraid of being ganged up on,