The Red Rainbow Mountains stretched on for millions of billions of li. This was the Zhu Clan's ancestral land.
At the southwestern corner of the Red Rainbow Mountains, a deafening explosion rang out. A massive ball of red light shot into the sky, strikingly conspicuous.
A tall red-shirted youth stood in the air, his expression indifferent. He was Shen Long, disguised with an altered appearance.
A pot-bellied red-robed man and a curvaceous White-Skirted Woman stood in the air, their expressions tense.
"Stay your hand, Daoist. This old man admits defeat."
The tall, thin golden-robed elder spoke in a flustered tone, his face filled with vigilance.
Zhu Yongsheng, Golden Immortal Middle Stage.
"I am standing up for the Huang Clan this time. Tell the Heavenly Sun Sect not to trouble the Huang Clan, or do not blame me for being discourteous."
Shen Long's tone was icy.
"No problem. I will immediately send someone to deliver a message to the Heavenly Sun Sect."
Zhu Yongsheng readily agreed.
"Daoist Zhu, take me to the Hundred Swords Sect and the Yu Clan! I would like to spar with the Golden Immortal Cultivators of the Hundred Swords Sect and the Yu Clan."
Shen Long said.
"Spar?"
Zhu Yongsheng frowned, his face full of confusion.
"I want to exchange some resources with them. Under normal circumstances, they may not agree. First courtesy, then force—is that explanation satisfactory?"
Shen Long said.
He intended to use his formidable strength to intimidate the Zhu Clan, the Hundred Swords Sect, and the Yu Clan before dealing with the Night Owl Clan, allowing the Huang Clan to gain greater benefits.
After giving it some thought, Zhu Yongsheng looked toward the red-robed man and instructed, "Yilin, Yiyun, return and send word to the Heavenly Sun Sect. Tell them not to trouble the