"The Profound Origin Scorpion Clan certainly puts on quite a show."
Just as the Seven-Colored Heaven-Devouring Python Clan Chief and the elders were filled with worry, a cold laugh rang out. Upon hearing it, Mu Wanqing's heart immediately settled.
Everyone turned to look at the middle-aged man in purple robes in the distance.
"Patriarch."
"Patriarch."
"Patriarch."
The elders present all bowed respectfully, while the middle-aged man stood atop the city wall with his hands behind his back.
"Who are you?" Xuan Tian asked warily as he looked at this unfamiliar middle-aged man. His instincts told him that this man was not simple—far from it.
"Who am I? You should ask your father. Ask your Patriarch."
"Since when could a mere junior boast of wiping out my Heaven-Devouring Python Clan?"
"Even your Patriarch, Xuan Ming, would not dare speak to me like that."
The moment the middle-aged man finished speaking, Xuan Tian's expression changed drastically. Staring gravely at the man before him, he asked in a cautious, low voice, "Senior knows my clan's Patriarch?"
Xuan Tian no longer bore that lofty, superior air. Xuan Ming was the name of his clan's Patriarch; even Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivators did not dare call a Golden Immortal by name.
Yet this man had directly spoken his Patriarch's name and remained perfectly unharmed, with nothing happening at all. That made the matter deeply thought-provoking.
"Go back. The waters of the Anlan Great World run deep; they are not for a little fellow like you to wade through. If your Profound Origin Scorpion Clan truly wants to wipe out my Seven-Colored Heaven-Devouring Python Clan, then send your Patriarch."
"Have that old fellow Xuan Ming come and confront me face-to-face."
"Remember this: I am Mu Shenqing. Deliver my words to that old fellow Xuan Ming. Since