At these words, both the white-haired old man and the Hemp-robed Daoist frowned.
To be able to transform a city into an Immortal Realm, there might truly be a powerful expert here.
However, the sturdy man beside them said scornfully, "What expert? The Desolate Empire’s Royal Family ancestor, the Desolate Old Monster, is only at the Late Stage Martial Monarch Realm."
"Are you sure?"
asked the beautiful woman.
The sturdy man nodded. "I made inquiries before we came. I’m positive. In front of us, the Desolate Old Monster is nothing."
The group all nodded in agreement.
A Late Stage Martial Monarch Realm might be considered a supreme master in the Desolate Empire, but in front of this group, it was nothing.
Any one of them could kill the Desolate Old Monster.
Besides, this wasn’t the Imperial City.
The Desolate Old Monster wasn’t likely to be here.
The sturdy man scoffed, "I wonder if that Desolate Old Monster is mentally ill. He has this Immortal Realm but doesn’t live here, choosing to run off to that godforsaken shithole they call an Imperial City. He must be brain-dead."
"He’s probably gone senile,"
the beautiful woman added with a smile.
The Hemp-robed Daoist urged, "Let’s hurry and find the Golden Dragon Earth Vein. That way, we can take all the credit for ourselves. Otherwise, if we wait for the others to arrive, we’ll have to share it with them."
"Alright, I’ll go down and call them out!"
The sturdy man leaped down from the Golden Giant Eagle.
BAM!
He smashed a large crater into the ground.
Immediately after, a terrifying aura erupted from the sturdy man, sweeping across all of Qingyang City.
"Oh no, these guys are here looking for trouble."
"Quick, go get the Ink Flood Dragon!"
"Lord Ink Flood Dragon is sleeping! If he throws a tantrum, he’ll eat us! How are we supposed to wake him?"
A group of Demon Beasts was scared witless.
The sturdy man arrived before the city gate, his eyes lighting up. "Huh? The guards here are actually Demon Beasts. Trying to act all high and mighty, are we?"
Most cities were guarded by humans.
Only the most powerful factions would use Demon Beasts as gate guards to intimidate outsiders.
The sturdy man said with disdain, "So what if Demon Beasts are guarding the gate? You can’t scare me. You lot, hurry up and tell the one in charge to get their ass out here."
BOOM!
His voice, infused with his cultivation, formed a thunderous sound wave that rolled across all of Qingyang City.
In an instant, everyone in Qingyang City was alarmed.
The Two-headed Black Lion frowned. "Are you sure you want us to call out our superior?"
"Holy fuck! A mere Tier Four Demon Beast dares to act tough with me? I’ve changed my mind. Tell your superior to come crawling out here and kowtow before me," the sturdy man said apathetically.
Aboard the Golden Giant Eagle.
The beautiful woman chuckled. "Those few Demon Beasts must be scared out of their minds."
"It’s merciful enough he didn’t just kill them and take their Demon Cores."
The white-haired old man and the Hemp-robed Daoist wore indifferent expressions.
Just then, the Ink Flood Dragon emerged from the gate tower, rubbing his bleary eyes.
"Heh heh, the one in charge is here!"
The sturdy man grinned, about to order the Ink Flood Dragon to kowtow, when he heard the creature suddenly explode with rage. "What the hell are you shouting for?! I was dreaming of a mountain of gold and hadn’t even started bagging it up when you woke me! Are you fucking looking for death?"
BOOM!
In his fury, a terrifying Demon Beast aura erupted from the Ink Flood Dragon, stunning the group.
"This is... a Tier Five Demon King."
The sturdy man’s face was a mask of panic.
He never dreamed that such a terrifying being was hidden inside the gate tower.
’Is this guy just a gatekeeper?’
’Impossible!’
’How could the Desolate Empire possibly have someone stronger than a Tier Five Demon King?’
"I get it now," the sturdy man said, a sudden realization dawning on him. "This place used to be a human city, but it was conquered by the Demon Beasts led by this guy. That’s why there are Demon Beasts at the gate."
"Oh, is that so? Then I’m not worried anymore,"
the beautiful woman said lightly.
The Hemp-robed Daoist agreed, "Even though he’s a Tier Five Demon King, there’s only one of him. There are more of us; we can take him."
The white-haired old man suggested, "Let’s find out what this fellow’s true form is first."
"Want to know my true form?"
The Ink Flood Dragon let out a sinister laugh and transformed into a hundred-meter-long black flood dragon, instantly stunning them all.
"Holy shit, a black flood dragon! This guy has Divine Beast Blood!"
The Hemp-robed Daoist was so shocked he swore out loud.
Although their Golden Giant Eagle also possessed a Divine Beast bloodline, its power was no match for its opponent’s, and it had already started to tremble in fear.
The white-haired old man consoled them, "Calm down. Even with a Divine Beast bloodline, it can’t defeat us."
The beautiful woman and the Hemp-robed Daoist finally managed to compose themselves.
With the combined strength of the four of them, it wasn’t a sure thing that they’d lose to this black flood dragon.
But just then...
The Cyan Cloud Sparrow flew over from within the city and landed beside the Ink Flood Dragon. "Ink Flood Dragon, why are you throwing such a tantrum? Aren’t you afraid of disturbing Elder Su?"
"Elder Su is back?"
The Ink Flood Dragon was visibly surprised.
The Cyan Cloud Sparrow said, "Yes, we came back together. Didn’t you know?"
The Ink Flood Dragon said awkwardly, "I was dreaming. I didn’t see you come back."
"Let me tell you, after you left Holy Spirit Manor, Elder Su went on a rampage... Huh? Who are these people? Your underlings?" the Cyan Cloud Sparrow asked, looking inquisitively at the sturdy man and his companions.
Suddenly, its eyes lit up. "A Golden Giant Eagle? It actually possesses the Divine Beast Roc Bloodline of a Golden-winged Roc! Seeing as we’re such good friends, can you let me eat it?"
The Golden Giant Eagle was instantly scared stupid.
’This creature actually wants to eat me?’
If the white-haired old man hadn’t ordered it to stay, it would have already turned tail and fled.
The Ink Flood Dragon shot back, "Good friends, my ass. If it weren’t for Elder Su, I would’ve eaten you ages ago."
"I can forget about how you used to bully me, but now I’m Elder Su’s Demon Pet. If you dare try it again, I’ll tell Elder Su," the Cyan Cloud Sparrow threatened.
"Fuck, you’re going to snitch?"
The Ink Flood Dragon’s face went grim.
In its entire life, it had feared no one—except Su Mo. The memory of him pinning it to the ground and wiping the floor with it had left a deep psychological scar.
The Ink Flood Dragon conceded, "Alright, fine. Let’s let bygones be bygones. From this day forward, we’re brothers."
"What are those two talking about? Something about eating each other?"
the beautiful woman asked, confused.
The white-haired old man shook his head. "I couldn’t understand them either. However, I am quite curious about this ’Elder Su’ they keep mentioning."
"Elder Su..."
The group was completely bewildered.
’We’ve never heard of him.’
’Could he be some hidden powerhouse?’
’But we know all the hidden powerhouses in the Northern Profound Domain, and we’ve never heard of an Elder Su.’
While the group was still confused...
The Cyan Cloud Sparrow pointed at the Golden Giant Eagle. "So tell me, what should we do when your dear brother wants to eat some meat and acquire a Divine Beast Roc Bloodline?"
"Heh heh, we slaughter them first, of course."
The Ink Flood Dragon sneered at the intruders. "I forgot to mention, these guys are here to cause trouble."
What?
Here for trouble?
The Cyan Cloud Sparrow raged, "How audacious! You wretched curs! If you disturb Elder Su, can you even begin to face the consequences?"
RUMBLE!
The Cyan Cloud Sparrow transformed directly into its true form.
The sturdy man cried out in alarm, "Holy shit, another Tier Five Great Demon!"