Everyone abruptly looked up. Three figures strode out of the clouds at the summit of Infinite Peak. Their leader was merely a young man in a gold robe with a black sash, his features sharply defined, yet his words were outrageously bold. At that moment, Mu Bai also jolted awake and followed everyone's gaze.
"Hai Chen!"
Mu Bai was about to cry out when Hai Chen pointed a finger, two spirals of black and white light flickering ceaselessly at its tip.
"Isn't it just reincarnation? Would you like to see the Rebirth Dao?"
"Who are you? How dare you run wild in our Sacred Spirit Dao Ground!"
Li Dao Hong, the ancestor of the Li Dragon Tribe, trusted in his profound cultivation. With a wave, he tore down a curtain of sky and swept it toward the three. Mysterious though their arrival was, he could not let them swagger about his tribe's sacred ground unchecked.
Before Li Dao Hong finished his gesture, an old man behind the youth struck, flicking out a ray of crimson-gold light. It hit Li Dao Hong squarely in the wrist, silently dissolving his right hand in an instant.
"Hahaha! An ant dares offend heaven's might. What a childish disposition!"
"Just who are you?"
"I might as well tell you. None of you will leave here alive anyway!"
Hai Chen waved a hand, and the two old men behind him immediately sprang into action.
"By the Emperor's Son's command, slay the ants of the lower realm!"
Li Dao Hong knew nothing of these newcomers' origins, but he was not one to submit to slaughter. He immediately summoned a li dragon from his Inner World, and it charged at the two old men with a thunderous roar. This li dragon was no illusion or remnant soul, but