Bang!
The streak of escaping light crashed down, instantly drawing everyone's attention. Amid the dust it stirred up, two black-robed figures slowly emerged.
"Two First God Cult cultivators?"
Deng Huachen sounded startled and uncertain.
Two from the First God Cult?
Hearing this, Wangyou True Person turned to look. At some point, Zhang Yuan, who had been disguised as a Daoist, had donned the First God Cult's black robe just as she had, disguising himself as one of its followers.
How did he have a First God Cult black robe too?
Zhang Yuan remained perfectly composed, slowly sweeping his gaze over Deng Huachen, the other Wen River Deng Clan disciples, and Qin Tianyi, as though appraising something. It made Deng Huachen and the others deeply uncomfortable.
Qin Tianyi was overjoyed.
Holy crap!
So Demon Fiend Zhang was here! The Wen River Deng Clan was in for a world of trouble!
"Who are you two?" Deng Huachen asked, despite already knowing the answer.
Zhang Yuan pretended not to hear and ignored him.
Humiliated, Deng Huachen flew into a rage. "I am Deng Huachen of the Wen River Deng Clan's direct line, Dao Epithet [Lou Chen]. Will you still not give your names?!"
Zhang Yuan still did not answer Deng Huachen's question, though this time he did not ignore him. Instead, he said to Wangyou True Person beside him:
"Such insolence. Little Zheng, go give him a couple of slaps and teach him a lesson."
Wangyou True Person's name was Zheng Shutong.
"Little... Little Zheng?"
The corner of Wangyou True Person's eye twitched beneath her hood. You're the insolent one, Zhang Yuan. Swallowing her irritation, she struck at Deng Huachen with a palm from afar, as swift as thunder before one could cover one's ears.
A full-force palm strike from someone at the