Mist wreathed the Great Marsh.
Wind swept past the boat's rail, and waves lapped against the reefs.
Up in the sky.
Xun Bo's face flushed crimson.
He knew the waters of the Cloud-Dream Realm ran deep, and its demons had always been domineering.
But he had never imagined that even the demon generals under the Guanlan Immortal Lord could be so tyrannical, leaving them no room whatsoever.
They clearly thought they had them in the palm of their hands!
"Do you two intend to wipe us out to the last man?"
Xun Bo's eyes widened in fury as he stepped forward. "The Xu Family may not compare to the great and illustrious powers, but if word of today's events gets out, what fellow daoist would dare deal with the Immortal Lord again?"
He was, after all, a cultivator of the fourth-piece chessmaster realm.
How could he suffer such humiliation at the hands of two demons of the two-piece chessmaster realm?
If they really surrendered everything they owned, they would have no lavish tribute left to offer, nor could they shelter beneath the Immortal Lord's towering tree.
The Xu Family would inevitably suffer a grievous blow, and sooner or later, the surrounding powers watching them like hungry tigers would slowly nibble them away.
Death awaited either way.
Better to stake this old life of his and go down fighting them!
"Heh..."
Faced with Xun Bo's threat, the green toad advanced rather than retreated, letting out a savage laugh.
He reached into his robe, drew out a conch, and brazenly held it to his mouth.
"Old fool, you're welcome to try."
Mockery filled the green toad's narrow eyes. "This is a Soundwater Conch. If I give it the gentlest blow, how long do you think it'll take our brothers patrolling the lake