"Both seniors, Senior Jiang and I have been waiting for half a day. Please take your seats at once."
Seeing the Flying Spirit Race arrive so aggressively, Luo Hong remained unruffled and invited the two Ancestors with a relaxed expression.
However, there were only four tables arranged here, two to the south and two to the north. Luo Hong and Qing Yuanzi already occupied two of them, leaving only two remaining.
Without question, those two tables had been reserved by Luo Hong for Nine Yue Ancestor and Nan Long Ancestor.
In other words, Jin Yue and the others could only stand behind them in attendance, just like the Three-Eyed Old Demon.
If everyone permitted to sit had been Mahayana Cultivators, the Flying Spirit Great Elders naturally would not have said anything.
But Luo Hong, an Integration Late-stage cultivator like themselves, was also allowed a seat. This left them deeply dissatisfied!
"You are the Universe Palace Master?"
The Red-Bearded Old Man immediately asked coldly.
"Senior Jiang's time is precious, so let us keep the unnecessary formalities simple. As long as this fellow Daoist can withstand one strike from me, how about I add another table for you?"
The moment the other party spoke, Luo Hong knew what he intended. To avoid any pointless chatter, he made a grasping motion through the air after speaking.
At once, a giant silver-white claw appeared above the Red-Bearded Old Man's head, and overwhelming Power of Space surged forth.
Sensing the terror of that force, the Red-Bearded Old Man immediately felt that things were amiss. Crimson flames flared around him, transforming him into a blazing fireball that shot toward the edge of the giant claw.
Yet one breath later, the violent collision he had anticipated did not come. Looking to either side, the Red-Bearded Old Man