Arrogant!
That was the first thought that flashed through the minds of the four Daluo Golden Immortals.
They had been entangled with Li Dalong for so long, but in truth, like Li Dalong, none of them wished to fight to the Life and Death. They had been waiting for the dust outside to settle. Yet when Li Dalong passed through the Immortal Realm of three Daluo Golden Immortals and placed his hand atop Jia Shou's head, they had no choice but to admit one fact—
Li Dalong not only possessed the power to stand on equal footing with them, but could also...
Make a Daluo Golden Immortal kneel!
Wanrong's expression was grave. The Li Dalong he saw was a miniature Underworld shrouded in darkness and blood. The Eighteen Levels of Hell seemed to occupy every limb and bone in Li Dalong's body, while the Nether Offices within him played the Purgatory Demonic Voice.
The only one who truly regretted it was Jia Shou.
This Daluo Golden Immortal who governed the four seasons of the Eastern Immortal Division could no longer maintain his former elegance beneath Li Dalong's palm. He could not even transform into his ferocious true form, and could only wait as knotted veins slowly crawled across his face, as though earthworms were writhing beneath the skin of his forehead.
His eyes were wide with terror. Through Li Dalong's sturdy forearm, he looked at the lord of the Underworld who had brought him [death] in Cong Yuandu's words. Yet his gaze seemed to travel from the entrance of the Underworld into the depths of hell, crossing Naihe Bridge. Like a mortal, he went barefoot into the icy Underworld River. The stench of blood rushed into his nostrils, until all he could see was Infinity's gore. Looking down, he saw