Over the Eastern Domain, a speeding flying vessel tore through the pitch-black sky. Wang Xuanfeng stood on the deck, gazing toward the Thunder Punishment Sect.
Two figures suddenly appeared at his side, their faces ninety-nine percent alike.
"Martial Granduncles, we burned through endless resources again this time. Where am I supposed to make that back? I asked you to come out last time, but you refused."
Upon sensing their auras, Wang Xuanfeng was not surprised. Instead, he complained with a pained expression.
The two men, whose faces were ninety-nine percent alike, raised their brows and immediately glared at Wang Xuanfeng with unfriendly expressions.
If Lin Xuan had been here, he would have recognized them at a glance. They were the two Divine Firmament Forefathers from the Divine Firmament Grotto-Heaven—He Xiao and He Xiong.
"Brat, you were clearly the one asking us for help. What is wrong with spending a little resources?"
He Xiao narrowed his eyes, thoroughly displeased. That bastard Wang Xuanfeng actually wanted to recoup his losses from two old bones like them. They had devoted their entire lives to Divine Firmament—he truly had no shame.
He Xiong cultivated the fire attribute and had an exceptionally violent temper. "Brat Wang, are you tired of living? Are we rescuing the Thunder Punishment Sect's people or not?"
"Of course we are!"
"Please do not be angry, Martial Granduncles. I was only grumbling a little. What I really wanted to ask was whether you would be interested in joining me to wipe out the nests of the Limitless Sacred Land and the Heaven Desolate Sacred Land."
Wang Xuanfeng immediately answered them, then put forth his idea.
"Pah! A dog cannot stop eating shit. At a time like this, you are still thinking of pulling that stunt?"
He Xiao could not help spitting,