"Hm? You, the East Sea Fist Emperor?!"
The moment the newcomer finished speaking, Mei Yingxue's delicate brows knitted tightly as she blurted out.
Hearing that voice beside him, Su Shi'er's heart jolted, and his face instantly turned grim.
How could this be? Why was this guy here?
This time... trouble had come!
His first reaction was disbelief, followed immediately by the feeling of his heart sinking straight to the abyss.
Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragon Force was his final trump card. Having unleashed that move, he was now strong on the outside but hollow within; his strength was likely inferior even to that of an ordinary early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
"That's right! It is Lin!"
Amid that resounding voice, Lin Zhanpeng, master of Fist Island and known as the Fist Emperor, strode through the air.
As his words fell, a burly figure radiating overwhelming dominance appeared before the three of them.
"Demons run rampant, threatening all living beings beneath heaven. Rather than fight those demons, Fellow Daoist Lin, do you intend to stir up internal strife here?"
Mei Yingxue glared furiously at the figure before her. Without a second thought, she stepped forward and stood in front of Su Shi'er.
Before the Fist Emperor had even revealed himself, he had called Su Shi'er out by name. His purpose was self-evident—he had come for Su Shi'er.
But Su Shi'er's current condition was clear even to her. He simply had no strength left to fight again.
"Demons run rampant—what does that have to do with me? Lin has only one purpose today: to avenge my son!"
"Island Master Mei, you and I both hail from the East Sea Archipelago, and we have always kept to our own waters without crossing paths."
"What? Today... are you planning to fight Lin for the sake