A moment later, Lu Zheng withdrew the clouds, and Du Huanzhen and Duan Changzai discovered two dispirited figures sprawled on the ground beside them.
"Golden Centipede Great King?"
"Mysterious man?"
One was an old man with gray-white hair and beard, dressed in gold, his face shadowed and gloomy.
The other was a man clad in black, lean and capable-looking, his two small eyes darting constantly.
"You captured them alive just like that?" Duan Changzai looked at Lu Zheng, dumbfounded. "That easily?"
Lu Zheng waved a hand. "It wasn't easy. These two were quite formidable—much more troublesome than catching those two fish demons last time."
Duan Changzai could not help blinking. Though he did not know who the two fish demons Lu Zheng mentioned were, they did not sound like ordinary foes.
But how many years had it been? Back then, the young lay disciple of White Cloud Temple had needed to join forces with him to deal with a single Scorpion Demon. Now, Lu Zheng had become a towering figure of the Daoist Sect, capable of capturing a Millennium Great Demon alive.
Duan Changzai sighed inwardly. He exchanged a glance with Du Huanzhen, then turned back to the two men before them, especially the man in black.
Though the Golden Centipede Great King was powerful, he was merely a Demon Creature hidden deep within Ling Mountain. The true mastermind behind everything should have been this Black-Clothed Man named Rong Donghe.
"Who are you?" Du Huanzhen asked.
"His name is Rong Donghe, a fish demon from Southern Frontier. He came to Great Jing intending to fan the flames of the floods," the Golden Centipede Great King said at once.
Her gaze sweeping over Rong Donghe, Du Huanzhen continued questioning the Golden Centipede Great King. "Whose subordinate is he?"
Rong Donghe had