640. Yes, Teacher!

Outnumbered on both sides.

The three men froze in place.

From the south, a surging blaze of wind, fire, and thunder came rushing over, revealing the figures of four people. They were Zhang Yang and the other three Loose Immortals.

From the north, a young Daoist walked over.

With a beckoning gesture, a streak of azure light flashed from the south, radiating a strange aura as it fell into the young Daoist's hand. It was a Green Bamboo Staff.

"'Wine Sword Immortal' Gongsun Xun?"

"This is bad!"

Daoist Windfire and Zhao Yan'er wore solemn expressions in their eyes and did not dare to move rashly.

"'White-Haired Thunder God' Zhang Yang."

"'Seven-Star Hand' Zhao Yan'er."

"'Daoist Windfire' Wu Yuan, Li Nan."

When Gongsun Xun saw the four people opposite him, he likewise felt uneasy.

Yet with astonishing tacit understanding, all seven of them turned their gazes at once toward the young Daoist in the north.

At the sight of the young Daoist, whether it was Gongsun Xun, Great Victory Patriarch, and Nangong Pojun, or Daoist Windfire and Zhao Yan'er, all of them felt wary.

This was a Ninth-Tribulation True Immortal standing at the pinnacle of the Human Realm!

Even though everyone present was a renowned True Immortal, they had lost their pride in the face of such an extraordinary figure.

"Woe is me!"

"Woe is me!"

Gongsun Xun drank constantly and always looked bleary-eyed and drunk, as though everyone else was sober while he alone was drunk.

But at this moment, not the slightest trace of drunkenness remained.

Suppressing his endless complaints, countless thoughts raced through his mind. Then he glanced at Zhang Yang and the other three, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He hurriedly turned around and called out to the young Daoist, "Fellow Daoist, your cultivation is profound.