The black-faced middle-aged man cursed Pig Seven's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. He had originally intended to show some regard for the dignity of Integrated Body cultivators. Now, however, his already-dark face grew even darker. With a flick of his sleeve, he was about to leave directly.
"Haha, Brother Lu, you've finally come back." All of a sudden, Pig Seven opened his mouth and burst into hearty laughter again, looking delighted.
"Daoist Pig, do you think that joke was funny?" The black-faced middle-aged man had just been fooled once, and was instantly both embarrassed and furious. How could he be so easily taken in again?
"This time I'm serious. You're not even afraid of Brother Lu—who gave you the nerve?" Pig Seven said in astonishment.
"Daoist Pig, would I fall for the same trick twice?" Being played once in front of several junior Divine Void cultivators had already made him lose face. Pig Seven actually wanted to fool him a second time. He was an Integrated Body Great Talent, after all, and a dignified guest elder of the Abyss Hall. He still needed to preserve some face, didn't he?
"What's going on?" At that moment, a powerful pressure descended from the heavens, like a heavy mountain crashing down onto the black-faced middle-aged man's head.
"Damn, he really did come back." Pig Seven had genuinely only meant to toy with the black-faced middle-aged man, but when he suddenly sensed that incomparably familiar aura, how could he not know what had happened?
Thud, thud—
The few junior Divine Void cultivators who had come with the black-faced middle-aged man were directly crushed to the ground beneath that tremendous pressure. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not stand again. They could only stare in terror at Lu Xiaotian and Ye