The heroes had all arrived, gathered together in grand assembly.
Everyone present was a true magnate. A supreme Great Power like the Crimson Sun Demon Venerable was only fit to be a gatekeeper, with no qualification to take a seat.
As for Ao Cang, he was undoubtedly the bright moon among the stars. Even though he kept his eyes closed and remained silent, no demon dared overlook his existence.
"Even the Heavenly Prides of the Upper Realm have fallen to him. It would be disastrous if this menace were allowed to grow."
The Qiongqi Patriarch breathed heavily, exhaling two streams of hot airflow. His indignation was plain for all to see.
Ever since the Enlightenment Tea Gathering, the rumor that the Qiongqi Clan had "retreated unscathed and was suspected of being spies for the Human Race" had spread like wildfire.
Because of this, whenever the Qiongqi Patriarch mentioned Shen Yun, his words were invariably fierce. He made a great show of attacking verbally, emphasizing his skill with words and displaying his clan's stance.
Beside him sat an old man on the verge of death. He was missing teeth and bald, his entire body shrouded in a dusk aura, with half a foot already in the coffin.
The old fellow was named the Crimson Sun Demon Venerable, the only remaining old fossil of the Taotie Clan.
With his cultivation, he originally had no qualification to participate in this gathering. However, the Taotie Clan had suffered death and ruin, and was already close to the edge of extinction.
For reasons of both sentiment and propriety, Jin Haoyang had to invite him. Otherwise, who would be willing to serve him in the future?
"Comparable to a Half-Immortal... The chief culprit has actually reached such a level. Heaven has no eyes!"
The Crimson Sun