As soon as Long Jian finished speaking, the void split open.
"Hehehe, Brother Long Jian, you're as captivating as ever. It's been so long. I've missed you to death."
A seductive, alluring woman's voice rang out in midair.
A beautiful woman slowly emerged from the spatial rift, dressed in flowing robes patterned with fiery clouds, her figure graceful and her features exquisite.
Demon Realm Supreme Mo Huang...
Long Xiao recognized her. A figure like her was the stuff of legends. Why had she descended here today, too?
"Sister Huang, you're still as enchanting as ever," Long Jian said with a smile.
Mo Huang smiled coquettishly. "A pity you left me heartbroken for so long back then. Once you pulled your pants up, you acted as if you didn't know me."
"Ahem, that's all in the past," Long Jian said with an awkward cough.
Mo Huang stopped teasing Long Jian and looked up with a smile. "Well, everyone? Aren't you going to show yourselves?"
"Hehe, to think Fairy Huang and Brother Long shared such a history. What a surprise."
A voice pierced the clouds and drifted slowly toward them.
A man strode into the sky, his blood-red robes swaying in the wind, the fabric snapping as his white hair danced. His handsome appearance was extraordinary.
With a single step, he arrived beside Long Jian and patted his shoulder.
"Evil God Carlos, one of the Demon Realm's two great powers! Surely there aren't more important figures coming?"
Cold sweat streamed down Long Xiao's back. These people represented the highest existences in the universe. Kings seldom met kings; most of their dealings with one another had been in their youth.
Long Xiao held Medusa tightly. She didn't recognize any of these people and was watching with keen interest.
Buzz!
A holy white light