In terms of Divine Mansion Realm fighting strength, their side was at an absolute disadvantage in both quality and quantity.
The Four Seas Alliance was an enormous coalition.
Among its immortal sects were ancient powers whose legacies stretched back ten thousand years, or even tens of thousands.
Added to its thousands of years of development overseas, its reserves ran far deeper than anything the Snowy Robe Sacred Cult or the Yang Province Li Clan could match.
If they clashed head-on, even if they ultimately won, the Sacred Cult and the Li Family would likely exhaust everything they had.
Li Xinge neither agreed nor disagreed.
He gave an amused snort.
"You certainly have a clear head. But just because the Four Seas Alliance has hidden depths, does that mean my Li Family has none?"
He clapped his hands.
As Li Xinge's applause faded, three figures with powerful auras appeared in succession inside the great hall on Myriad Bone Mountain.
The first was an old man with white hair and a white beard, bearing the ethereal dignity of an immortal.
He wore a moon-white Daoist robe, and unfathomable Dao rhyme swirled around him. He was none other than Sage Xuanji!
The aura he radiated was unmistakably at the mid-stage Divine Mansion Realm.
The second was a stooped old man carrying an enormous turtle shell on his back. His face was kindly, yet he exuded an ancient presence weathered by countless vicissitudes. He was Old Turtle, a mid-stage Demon King!
The last was an elderly woman.
She was the supreme elder of Hundred Flowers Valley, the Night-Blooming Cereus Fairy, at the early-stage Divine Mansion Realm.
All three cupped their hands toward Li Xinge in unison. "Greetings, Marquis of Chu."
"This..."
The three Demon Venerables stared wide-eyed at the newcomers, storm-tossed waves surging through