Yet Ying Tiecheng introduced the last True Lord separately, with particular solemnity.
This True Lord showed no extraordinary signs at all. Instead, he seemed complete in a way Tang Changsheng could not fathom. Looking at him felt like looking up at a great mountain: the higher Tang gazed, the higher it rose.
Tang Changsheng's heart tightened. This True Lord had likely surpassed the level of True Immortal and reached some higher, inconceivable realm.
This True Lord Zhu Yucheng was probably the one truly in charge here, the expert holding the fort!
Tang Changsheng did not dare slight anyone. He bowed to them one by one. Some of the True Immortals regarded him with appreciation; others had different looks in their eyes.
True Lord Yude said coldly, "Heavenly Lord Ying, why have you called this junior disciple here? Don't you know we're discussing serious business?"
Ying Tiecheng smiled faintly. "It's precisely because of the war that I brought Junior Brother Tang here. As I see it, unless we destroy the Pan Tribe's foundations, killing Pan God will be impossible!
"Unless, of course, the Immortal Sects resolve to send a few more Immortal Refiners."
Zhu Yucheng said evenly, "The Purple Dusk Demon is about to strike. Every Immortal Refiner has important duties. Besides, Pan God is only one god. Must the Immortal Sects really mobilize such a great force against him?"
In other words, no Immortal Refiners would be sent.
Tang Changsheng's thoughts stirred. What does Immortal Refiner mean?
Don't all cultivators have the title of Qi Refiner?
"How could destroying the Pan Tribe be easy? It commands an army of ten million and occupies nearly the entire continent. Its Human Way power is inconceivably strong. Only if the Heavenly Court deploys a million Demon Soldiers could we wipe out the Pan