Slaughter Immortals! Slaughter Immortals! Slaughter Immortals!

Three years later.

East Sinking Continent.

Three waves of wind and clouds surged in the distance.

The Great Sage Profound Connection of the East Sea's True Martial Profound Connection Mountain, and the Great Sages Northern Yin and Northern Yang of the North Sea's Flood Demon Palace, arrived one after another.

Above the clouds.

Lu Qingfeng and Ao Le stood side by side at the front.

There was a mighty general on either side.

The one on the left wore the Six-Yang Azure-Spirit Demonbane Armor and held a red-tasseled spear. He stood there proudly, like a god of war from the Ninth Heaven.

The one on the right had a scar across his face. He held a Tortoiseshell Alligator-Dragon Spear and carried a Scarlet Gourd on his back.

They were none other than—

The two generals, Ao Jun and Zhang Shu.

Behind the two generals stood Lu Xiao and Lu Yao. The siblings stared wide-eyed at the three Earth Immortals approaching in the distance. They immediately grew solemn, narrowed their eyes, closed their mouths, and put on an unyielding, neither-servile-nor-overbearing air.

"Guangyuan certainly knows his manners."

Seeing Lu Qingfeng come to welcome them with his wife and children, the three sages' slight displeasure dissipated considerably.

Great Sage Northern Yang cupped his hands and was just about to speak.

But then—

Divine Lord Guangyuan stood at the very front, smiling. "The three Dao brothers must have had a tiring journey. Please rest for a moment. This lord has a minor matter to handle and will return shortly."

As he spoke.

He cupped his hands toward the three sages. Profound light appeared beneath his feet, and he vanished on the spot.

"..."

Only the three Great Sages Profound Connection remained, plunged into silence.

Then—

"How rude!"

"This is going too far!"

Great Sage