The Divine Communication Demon King's Master

The Rakshasa Country envoy felt waves of shock crashing through his heart.

How could the cultivators around them be any better off?

Especially that Late Layer Six official—he had just berated Lin Xuankong and the others.

Yet the moment he finished berating them, the superior of his superior's superior—City Lord Jiang Lingyun—had directly prostrated himself on the ground, his face nearly pressed into the bluestone paving, all while repeatedly calling the woman before him the Great Virtue, Supreme Radiance, True Body, Dao Gold, Vast Heaven, Supreme Three Sacred Lady!

City Lord Jiang, City Lord Jiang, are you serious?

I, Li Yuan, painstakingly endured for decades before I barely managed to rise to prominence, only to run into something like this. The Late Layer Six official Li Yuan wore an expression on the verge of tears.

The several hundred officers and soldiers around them, who had all drawn their weapons and radiated killing intent, were dumbfounded as well.

City Lord Jiang Lingyun was a major figure in all of Great Marsh Prefecture, second only to the Divine Communication Demon King in strength and status. He rarely showed himself, but these officers were Jiang Lingyun's personal guards, so compared to other cultivators, they had seen City Lord Jiang quite often! Yet when had they ever seen City Lord Jiang, an eighth-layer expert whom they feared like a tiger and revered like a god, kneel on the ground without even daring to raise his face?

Even when City Lord Jiang Lingyun paid respects to the thirtieth Emperor Xiao of the Great Xia Dynasty, he had not been this terrified, had he? After all, although Emperor Xiao of the Great Xia Dynasty possessed incomparable status, City Lord Jiang's own background was extraordinary as well. He was a talented disciple of the Great Xia Dynasty's