"Fellow Daoist Dongxiao." Fang Shiji forced himself to clasp his hands and bow to the imposing old man at the head of the group.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, go and get some rest." Dongxiaozi nodded, then turned to Lu Xiaotian. "Fellow Daoist Dongfang, you've had a hard journey. Ordinarily, I should let you rest and recover, too, but you're the only one here in relatively good condition. I'll have to trouble you to tell us what happened in Dragon Abyss. Did you encounter any other fellow Daoists or forces from other Celestial Courts?"
"I was separated from Fellow Daoist Fang and the other Alchemy Saints. After several twists and turns, I finally reunited with him, Fellow Daoist Bingxu, and more than ten thousand immortal soldiers. But we encountered an extremely powerful undead dragon and a considerable number of its minions. Fellow Daoist Bingxu fell in battle, Fellow Daoist Fang was injured, and of the ten thousand-plus immortal soldiers, only those you see here remain. If the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine hadn't unleashed its might at the critical moment, I doubt any of us would have made it back alive."
Lu Xiaotian briefly recounted what most of Fang Shiji's group already knew.
Dongxiaozi drew a sharp breath. He knew a great deal about the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine's power, but Domain Lord Bingxu's cultivation had been no weaker than his own. With so many immortal soldiers at their side, and with Lu Xiaotian and Fang Shiji both being fourth-grade Alchemy Saints, their combat strength in a place as unusual as Dragon Abyss couldn't have been much lower than Domain Lord Bingxu's. Yet with such formidable strength, Bingxu had still died in battle, Fang Shiji had been incapacitated, and the ten thousand-plus immortal soldiers had been all but wiped out. Just how powerful had the undead dragon