No matter how cheerful and good-tempered Yuan Se was, he could not endure such a chorus of mockery. He immediately fired back, "I can't handle that Sacred Rakshasa. I admit I'm inferior. I presume none of you are merely good with your mouths—when you face the Sacred Rakshasa, you'd better give it everything you've got."
Wu Chang flashed down and asked, "Are we leaving or not?"
Whoosh! Luo Qiu swept through the air from the pavilion, landing at the Sacred Realm exit atop a nearby mountain.
Granny Snow flashed away as well, followed by Wu Chang. The rest exchanged glances, then flew off in unison.
The group left the Sacred Realm without lingering on Holy Island, sailed out to sea, and shot across the vast ocean like meteors...
The sea and sky were boundless, yet small beneath them. When the group landed again, they were already on Song Kingdom soil.
Though they had not contacted their respective factions along the way, getting in touch would not have been difficult. The World Money Houses spread throughout the lands of the seven kingdoms were their usual channels of communication.
After obtaining news through the money houses, the six had little trouble locating the small town that had already been buried in a sea of flames. There, they also met Chen Hankui, the Misty Pavilion steward stationed in Song Kingdom.
Huo Kong, the Misty Pavilion's command-bearing officer, had arrived before the six of them.
Standing atop the earthen wall outside the town, looking at the settlement reduced to ruins as they listened to Chen Hankui's detailed report, the six wore grave expressions.
The emergence of the Sacred Rakshasa had already taken the Six Saints by surprise. Yet it had even drawn out Lü Wushuang?
They could not make sense of it. Since Lü