Eastern King Gong laughed miserably at the sight. "Hahahaha! I, Eastern King Gong, was personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the leader of the male immortals. I roamed the lands of Hong Huang and have never believed myself to be at fault.
Yet today, you rats attack my Penglai over baseless accusations. Even if I, Eastern King Gong, die, I will not let you off easily!
Senior, please take action! This junior is willing to follow you forever and never betray you. Otherwise, I shall suffer eternal damnation!"
Eastern King Gong suddenly spoke, leaving Dijun and the others both puzzled and wary. Could it be that Eastern King Gong had some powerful backer behind him?
"Zheng..."
As Eastern King Gong's words fell, the sound of a melody rang throughout Penglai. Beneath its notes, soundwaves surged. Even quasi-Saints like Dijun and the others fell into a trance upon hearing it, only awakening after a long while. Seeing that Eastern King Gong had likewise fallen under its spell, they immediately felt relieved. Otherwise, Eastern King Gong might truly have turned the tables.
That had only been the first note, yet it had plunged them so deeply into a trance. If it continued, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and the others exchanged glances, each seeing deep apprehension in the others' eyes.
At this moment, the Demon Race had descended upon Purple Mansion Province, but there were no shortage of others watching from the shadows.
The Witch Race and the Saints had all turned their attention here, yet not a single one of them could trace the origin of that melody.
The faces of the six Saints darkened.
Above Penglai, the melody tore through layer upon layer of Void, forming a line of words.
"The Myriad Immortals Alliance shall