A cyan-yellow toad had appeared before him. It stretched out a toad palm, spreading it open to stop Chen Xun, and said solemnly, "Dao Ancestor, please wait!"
"Bold! What fat-headed toad dares block Brother Xun's path?! Roar~~~"
Little Crimson frowned deeply, let out a wild roar, stepped forward, and landed with a crash one body-length behind Chen Xun. "Don't you even look at... hm? Chi Immortal Great General!"
His words abruptly stopped, and his imposing aura weakened. His eye sockets opened wide. He knew this toad; during the Heavenly River War, it had commanded armies of cultivators in slaughter across every battlefield.
Even the Baili Clan and the Three-Eyed Ancient Immortal Race had held this toad in considerable esteem. It had forcibly forged the disorderly billions of cultivators into an army, one that even knew battle formations, beating the allied forces of the Boundless Myriad Races and the Immortal Alliance until their scalps tingled.
Of course, that was also because the immortals had been utterly restrained by Chen Xun. He had charged straight into their rear lines and targeted only the powerful... throwing their formations into utter chaos.
"Ribbit~~ Indeed, it is I, this Great General."
Frog Daoist spoke with immense swagger and even nodded at Little Crimson. Raising his head, he said, "You may withdraw first. I shall discuss the matter of identities with the Dao Ancestor."
"Roo..." Little Crimson grinned foolishly, showing Frog Daoist great respect. He was simply a model among spirit beasts.
Chen Xun narrowed his eyes and spoke with a faint smile. "Chi Immortal Great General, please, speak."
Frog Daoist gave two light coughs, his gaze toward Chen Xun somewhat dazed.
He even remained in the pose of holding out his toad palm. Gu Li Sheng, some distance away, snorted in amusement. "Fatty, isn't that