"People say little devils are hard to deal with, but that logic doesn't work with this village lord. Anyone hard to deal with gets beaten to death! The ones left behind become obedient."
Seated in his sedan chair, Jiang Dali swept his cold, lightning-like gaze over the man continuously kowtowing below. With an indifferent smile, he waved his hand. "You seem to be one of Guang Chengzi's followers. Go announce me first. Tell Guang Chengzi that an old acquaintance has come to see him."
The lean man kneeling on the ground was horrified upon hearing this. Only then did he realize that the flood had washed over the Dragon King's temple.
No wonder this fierce man, like a demonic god, had dared to kill people on the fallen immortals' turf. He was actually an old acquaintance of Guang Chengzi's. By seniority, they were not even qualified to speak before him, yet they had dared to spout nonsense in his presence. Being beaten to death was simply their own fault for going out without eyes.
Just as the lean man rose to hurriedly deliver the message, an aged voice drifted leisurely from the immortal mountain shrouded in black mist.
"When has Heaven ever had a lone swan? When have the years ever spared anyone? I never expected to see an old acquaintance like Village Lord Jiang here in the Heavenly Abyss today. I had wondered what mighty figure had caused such a great commotion a few days ago. Now that Village Lord Jiang has come in person, all has become clear."
As the black mist churned, the clouds suddenly turned a bright, vivid crimson, like red-hot iron freshly lifted from a furnace. They spread across more than half the sky, like pomegranate blossoms blooming in May, forming a vast and magnificent