The tall, handsome, long-haired man slowly drifted down from midair. He had sharp brows and bright, starry eyes, standing out like a celestial being come to earth. His armor was exquisitely crafted, each piece shaped like a fish scale.
Yet I could already see some clues. Dragon scales belonged to emperors, while fish scales were no more than the rank of great generals. Besides, I had seen the Dragon Emperor in the Azure Cauldron. That armor had been truly awe-inspiring. Just the cloak alone was enough to make anyone feel compelled to kneel.
Behind this general stood four subordinates at the half-immortal level. Each was clean-featured and handsome—an entire squad of five Heavenly Orthodox Gods, all beautiful young men.
I suddenly thought of Sun Chongyang. Compared with Fellow Daoist Sun in terms of looks, these Heavenly Orthodox Gods still fell far short—not just by one level.
I put on a foolish act with Ziyi and Wang Yan and asked, "Honored gods, may I ask if you've come looking for me?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You little brat, disaster is staring you in the face, yet you still don't know it? Xia Yitian! You detained a Heavenly Orthodox God—what crime does that deserve?" The long-haired man's handsome expression turned thunderously furious. He twirled the Azure Dragon Spear in his hand twice, and the air around us instantly solidified.
"How would I know what crime it deserves? Why don't you tell me?" More golden light poured down from the sky as I anxiously calculated my next move. This general had to be at least an Earth Immortal, while the four behind him were half-immortals. Could I really fight them?
Xijun and Wang Yan had both been on the verge of reaching the late stage over the past few days, but they were still