Not Yielding an Inch

"Buzz..."

The crowd watched as space twisted, and then two gold-armored generals stepped out of a spatial passage.

The two turtle people on the left side of the golden turtle's back changed expressions at the sight. They quickly composed themselves, not daring to be careless, and respectfully said, "Greetings, two Hall-Guarding Generals!"

Naturally, they recognized the Human Ancestral Land's ten Hall-Guarding Generals.

Though Yang Jiao wore a smile, his spring-breeze-like words carried an unmistakably forceful meaning.

"Hehe, Prime Minister Turtle, you are too courteous. It must have been quite beneath a quasi-Saint Level expert such as yourself to personally receive these juniors of our Human Race. Sui Sovereign ordered the two of us here to show support for the East Sea Dragon King. Surely we are not unwelcome?"

Jiang Bawang was even more direct. "Hmph, so what if we are unwelcome? Even if we do not enter the Dragon Palace, coming to the shores of the East Sea is merely visiting our own territory to see how our people are living!"

"Haha, a Demon-Subduing Assembly? Fellow Daoists Jiang and Yang Jiao, we have not even gotten angry yet, so why must you two be? Why not go and see what medicine Ao Guang is selling in his Gourd?"

Space rippled once more, and two half-step Hunyuan members of the Demon Race appeared.

Jiu Ming, descendant of the Nine-Headed Serpent, and Bai Tu, descendant of Bai Ze. The one speaking wore black robes—it was Jiu Ming.

Yang Jiao nodded. "Good."

With that, he swept past Prime Minister Turtle, and the four figures vanished into the Dragon Palace.

The disciples of the immortal sects above were beside themselves with excitement. They had actually seen legendary great figures with their own eyes?

It was just a pity that the figures had already left