"Human Venerable, what should we do?" a black-clad man asked, his face drenched in sweat.
"Take Shang Yang's corpse back and hand it over to Nine Infants!" Human Venerable sighed softly.
"Mm!" The group of black-clad men could only lament helplessly.
Just as they were about to move.
Bang!
A figure suddenly appeared before them—a man in a golden robe. It was Jin Peng.
Jin Peng landed, bursting forth with a gale as an Ancestor Immortal's aura pressed down upon everyone. The aggressive aura forced them to retreat slightly.
Only after forcing everyone back did Jin Peng look toward the inside of the seal.
Although Jin Peng was arrogant, he was not ignorant. At a glance, he recognized the vicious beast inside. A giant one-legged bird?
Shang Yang?
Jin Peng's eyes widened, revealing a trace of surprise. But how had Shang Yang died?
Looking at the group before him, a chill flashed through Jin Peng's eyes. "Scram!"
At Jin Peng's shout, the black-clad men immediately flew into a rage.
Jin Peng's eyes widened, and an Ancestor Immortal's might bore down upon them.
Only Human Venerable and one other black-clad man remained standing. They were not cowed by Jin Peng's aura.
"Who might you be?" Human Venerable asked in a deep voice.
"Our Sacred King has taken a liking to this corpse. All irrelevant parties, scram at once!" Jin Peng said coldly.
Although Jin Peng had joined Great Zheng, he was still unconvinced in his heart. Thus, when he found an opportunity to vent, he immediately shouted without regard for the consequences.
"Your Sacred King?" Human Venerable asked in a deep voice.
"Why haven't you scrammed yet?" Jin Peng glared.
Jin Peng shouted again, and the black-robed men behind Human Venerable also grew furious.
At that moment, large numbers of experts