As that terrifying aura swept forth, a figure abruptly appeared in the arena.
He was an old man as skinny as a hemp stalk, dressed in a green robe and wearing a dark-gold Jade Crown. His face was long and gaunt.
Strands of grayish-white lightning coiled around him, flickering with a forbidden, terrifying aura.
With his arrival, every cultivator in this stretch of starry sky trembled in fear, as though a deity had descended!
"Another divine envoy!"
Su Yi frowned slightly.
In truth, he did not need to rely on his experience to judge. After the red-robed man and this hemp-stalk-thin Green Robe Old Man appeared one after another, the Nine Hells Sword, which had lain dormant in his sea of consciousness, had already begun to stir, surging with terrifying killing intent.
The same thing had happened when he saw Mi Zhen and the Tailor wield powers belonging to the gods!
It was only that Su Yi had kept the Nine Hells Sword's disturbance suppressed and had not allowed it to rush out and kill.
And now, the same scene was playing out once more!
"Who might Your Excellency be?"
asked the red-robed man, whose appearance was as youthful as a teenager's.
"A servant walking beneath the Thousand Feathered Demon God, Lu Tong. Greetings, Fellow Daoist."
The Green Robe Old Man introduced himself with a smile and clasped his hands.
The red-robed man gave an acknowledging sound. "Your Excellency has also come in accordance with a divine oracle?"
"Precisely."
Lu Tong, the Green Robe Old Man, nodded. "However, I am not the only one who came this time. Several other fellow Daoists are still on their way."
The red-robed man said, "I too received a Divine Decree and learned that, in this operation, there are subordinates of other divine venerables