Not everyone present necessarily recognized the three of them, but they had all heard their names. At Jiang Fenglin's shout, the entire army formation was on the verge of collapsing.
Zhang Wenlong roared "Form up!" in a panic, hastily putting together a turtle formation. Wumeng Old Demon and the other two drank and chatted with unruffled ease, not even making a move to interfere.
"The information was wrong. Fall back at once. I'll cover the rear."
Zhang Wenlong urgently sent Xu Yi a telepathic message.
Xu Yi did not reply. A table and chair appeared in front of him, along with a sumptuous spread of food and wine. He simply sat down and began eating and drinking.
His manner was like a fashionista being caught wearing the same outfit as someone else; Wumeng Old Demon and the others found it unbearably irritating.
There was no helping it. When it came to putting on a show, when it came to Zhuang Bo Yi, Old Devil Xu had roamed across countless worlds and had never been afraid of anyone.
"So there really are people in this world who aren't afraid to die. My mouth's a little parched, anyway. Wumeng, Old Sword, watch me make you some soup. I'll use this fellow's hot heart's blood."
As soon as Green Corpse Old Demon, seated calmly on the left, finished speaking, he shot into the air and bore down on Xu Yi.
Green Corpse Old Demon was already within a hundred zhang of him. In Xu Yi's palm, thirteen white flame beads instantly formed thirteen layers of cage-like mesh. Terrifying fluctuations of energy surged forth, and Wumeng Old Demon and Sword Frenzy Fiend, who had been sitting calmly, rose to their feet almost simultaneously.
The onlookers from Sishui Water Mansion stared wide-eyed. None of them