The six Immortal Lords radiated powerful auras, immortal light glittering around them as they illuminated the surrounding dark seawater.
Their gazes blazed like torches as they locked onto Jiang Ping An, who sat cross-legged atop the Sea Mountain Range.
"Is this man Jiang Ping An?" one Immortal Lord asked.
"It's him. That head of white hair is very conspicuous," another Immortal Lord replied.
"He is clearly giving off an Immortal Lord-level aura. The people who contacted us earlier said he was a Golden Immortal—they nearly scared me to death. I thought this fellow could truly contend with an Immortal Lord while only a Golden Immortal."
A day earlier, they had received word from the Golden Immortals of Centipede Island that Jiang Ping An had beaten Tan YuLan so badly that she could not fight back at all. The news had greatly shocked them.
How could a Golden Immortal possess such formidable power?
Thus, they hastily gathered six Immortal Lords and rushed over to capture Jiang Ping An, afraid that this terrifying fellow would escape.
Yet when they arrived, they discovered that Jiang Ping An was emitting the cultivation aura of an Immortal Lord.
Clearly, those people had passed along incorrect intelligence. Jiang Ping An was not a Golden Immortal, but an Immortal Lord.
However, even if Jiang Ping An was an Immortal Lord, it was no great matter to them.
He had still been a Golden Immortal a few months ago. Even if he had now broken through to the Immortal Lord realm, it could not have been long, and his strength would not be too great.
Besides, they had six seasoned veteran Immortal Lords on their side. Killing one Immortal Lord would be as easy as turning over a hand.
"That idiot Tan YuLan could have dealt with Jiang