If the land races and the sea race were bitterly opposed, then the living beings of these two realms were even more irreconcilable, their mutual hatred running far deeper.
This fellow came from the Demon-Monster Realm. If he were let in, then from here on, an endless stream of Demon-Monster Realm geniuses would come to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
What would they do then? Let them all in?
What kind of nonsense was that?
Who knew what these people were plotting?
For a moment, Jian Changfeng rubbed his head in irritation.
Trouble really did come knocking from every direction.
Not long ago, Yun Xuan had fallen. Then came the sea race's massive invasion. Only after the Heavenly Sword Sect joined forces with several major factions to negotiate with the sea race—and paid an enormous price—had the sea race army finally withdrawn.
And now, it was the Demon-Monster Realm again.
What a headache.
"Crimson Wasteland belongs to the Earth God Realm, not the Demon-Monster Realm. You are a living being of the Demon-Monster Realm—what are you doing in my Earth God Realm?"
"I advise you to leave at once. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Jian Changfeng said coldly.
No matter what, he absolutely could not allow this fellow inside.
Moreover, since this man had managed to get here, it meant the seal at the passageway had certainly loosened. Once this grand gathering was over, he would have to lead people there to suppress it.
The seniors were all confined, so only they could handle something this dangerous.
"Heh... Not much strength, but quite the mouth."
"So what you mean is, a distinguished guest has come to your door, yet you don't welcome me?"
Mo Cang sneered as he looked at Jian Changfeng.
Jian Changfeng answered only with a