Shocked by what Sun Jiuyang had said, Lu Feng's mind was in turmoil. Suddenly, another group from the Monster Tribe came charging at them.
The three in the lead were Daluo Golden Immortals, while the twenty-odd others were all in the Golden Immortal Realm. They hesitated briefly, then pointed at Sun Jiuyang and charged together.
"Why did you go around doing rotten things with your real face this time?"
Lu Feng immediately cursed under his breath.
Whenever Sun Jiuyang planned to do something underhanded, he usually put on a mask or some other disguise. Earlier, he had looked like a venerable old immortal, but now he had reverted to his own appearance. Lu Feng had not expected the monsters to recognize him anyway.
Hearing Lu Feng curse him, Sun Jiuyang cursed loudly in return:
"Heaven and earth bear witness, I really didn't do anything this time! And I didn't show anyone my real face, either. They sprinkled me with a perfume refined from dragon saliva incense. It takes forty-nine days to wear off! Otherwise, why would I have let them chase me all this way?"
As they spoke, the monsters were already upon them. An inexplicable anger had been rising in Lu Feng over Su Yuexin's situation. Seeing that these fellows clearly intended to attack him as well, he showed them no courtesy. He drew the Rusty Sword and went straight to meet them.
At the same cultivation realm, members of the Monster Tribe often held a slight advantage over the Immortal Race. They had powerful physiques, and only the Witch Clan could claim a sure edge over them in close combat. Their Mystic Techniques were no weaker than those of the Immortal Race, and many also possessed innate Divine Abilities. They could be called the most perfect race. After