"Dongfang, after all these years, are you actually afraid to meet me face-to-face?" Aboard the star shuttle, an old man with snow-white hair and beard watched the surging tide of soul corpses before him, his face full of indignation.
"Fellow Daoist Kuang, it's been a long time!" Lu Xiaotian waved, ordering the soul corpses charging at the front to fall back.
Tu Ling glanced at Lu Xiaotian in surprise. There were more than three hundred immortal soldiers aboard the star shuttle before him, and only a few junior Heavenly Immortals led them. Yet the other side dared to stand in the way of their vast army of soul corpses, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They truly didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
But facing such an immortal army, which he could snuff out at any moment with a mere flick of his finger, Lu Xiaotian had none of his former imposing bearing.
"I'm not worthy of being called a fellow Daoist. You now command an army of a million soul corpses and dominate a region, Dongfang. I'm nothing but an old man; I could never presume upon your friendship." Kuang Ziyou's expression was cool.
"You can call me whatever you like, and I'll call you what I like. It won't hurt anything. If you think you don't deserve the title, just let it go in one ear and out the other."
Lu Xiaotian shook his head, knowing that his friendship with Kuang Ziyou had reached its end.
They stood in opposing camps. Lu Xiaotian had his reasons for fighting, and Kuang Ziyou had things in the Yuxuan Heavenly Court he could not abandon.
"What brings you here, Fellow Daoist Kuang?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Has City Lord Xing Yichi already fallen at your hands, Dongfang?" Kuang