(Everyone, trust the author's word. I promised extra chapters, and I'll deliver—late, perhaps, but never forgotten. Give me a few days to build up a backlog, and I'll post at least ten. This book is close to earning a premium rating; it just needs a few more average subscriptions. If you haven't subscribed yet, please support it with a few chapters...) Who among those present was not a figure of towering rank and fame across the Three Realms? And they were supposed to cooperate with some True Lord who had appeared out of nowhere?
Wait. Hadn't they heard the name Tang Changsheng somewhere?
Right—hadn't Tang Changsheng led that great victory for the Human Way just now? And wasn't he merely a Yang Spirit?
Even if he had advanced since then, he could be a True Immortal at most. What was so impressive about that? He was nothing but a junior.
Every person present had seniority beyond his by untold years, and Dharma Power far deeper than Tang Changsheng's.
And they were supposed to cooperate with such a youngster?
As they thought this, the King of Revolutions rose in displeasure and sneered. "Have the big shots in the Hall of All Immortals drunk themselves senseless? What nonsense is this about wiping out the Purple Dusk Demons? How are we supposed to do that?"
Yu Zhenzi of the Vermilion Bright Nether Void Palace stood as well and nodded. "Exactly. On what grounds—"
Before she could finish, a faintly red pearl descended from the sky and slammed onto the King of Revolutions' head.
The wretched King Wheel-Turning had no time to react. His head burst apart, and his body crashed heavily to the ground.
Heavenly Lord Yuyang's expression did not change. The other two Netherworld Grand Lords were shaken, and the True Immortals