"Ha ha ha..."
She Lingxiao laughed heartily as he descended, clasping his fists in salute midair. "Vice Head Sect Leader Feng, Senior Feng Xue, Senior Grandma Huang... Brother Bi, Brother Bai, Brother Yu, Brother Rui... Hall Master Hai... Grand Elder, ha ha ha, how have you been? I am She Lingxiao of the Spirit Snake Sect. My respects."
To one side.
The black-robed Northern God of Wealth, his body shrouded in black clothing, said, "I am the Northern God of Wealth of the Divine Ferret Sect! Greetings, everyone! The Golden Dragon's splendor is truly refreshing to behold today. Being able to meet all these seniors and heroes is enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life."
As the host, Hai Zhengping of the Golden Dragon Hall let out a hearty laugh and was just about to reply.
Yet he suddenly felt the atmosphere around them freeze solid.
The Guardians, the Sole True Sect, and Grandma Huang showed not the slightest trace of a smile.
Nor the slightest hint of warmth.
They stared at the two groups in the sky with faces that plainly said they were unwelcome.
Feng Du stood at the very top of the steps in blue robes, his hands behind his back. He lifted his eyelids and said indifferently, "You're standing so high up while speaking to me. This old man finds it rather uncomfortable!"
Two sharp rays of light suddenly flashed from his eyes. He shouted, "Come down!"
That single shout was like ten thousand muffled thunderclaps exploding at once.
Boom!
The air in the space above seemed to be suddenly sucked dry.
Fine spatial cracks spread through the air like a spiderweb, splitting open.
She Lingxiao and the others in the sky suddenly plummeted.
Fang Che's heart tightened.
After that battle, Feng Du's