At that moment, Lang Qing's terror surged to its peak.
It was him, it was him—it was him!
The fear it had only just suppressed was stirred up again.
Six years had passed. Just when everyone outside thought that Great Immortal Green Ox—the figure who had appeared out of nowhere in unmatched arrogance, then suddenly vanished into Black Wind Mountain—had most likely perished, he had returned.
In that time, Inlaid City had been besieged several times, yet he had never appeared. The rumors of his death had practically been confirmed.
After all, the dangers of Black Wind Mountain had been legend for tens of thousands of years.
Otherwise, even if Lang Qing had been given a hundred times the courage, it would not have dared step forward and oppose Inlaid City.
Courage was built through step-by-step probing.
But it was also like a bubble—one poke, and it burst.
"Who goes there?"
Scorpion King Ancestor narrowed his icy eyes, clearly asking a question to which he already knew the answer.
"This one's name does not change while walking, nor does his surname change while sitting. I am Great Immortal Green Ox."
Qin He stretched out his hand, and with a whoosh, the Big Black Shovel flew into his grasp. He slung it over his shoulder, then asked again with a smile, "Have you eaten? If not, I'll treat you to something good. There are some fine fruits waiting for you. If you can't finish them, you can pack them up and take them with you."
The moment those words came out, the three ancestors' expressions changed drastically.
This smiling Great Immortal Green Ox had spoken the harshest words in the lightest tone.
He did not seem afraid in the slightest.
"Brat, I can see that despite your young age, you possess