Chapter 883

Hearing the abnormal impact sound, Wu Tie turned into a stream of light and, together with the three corpses clones, rushed out of the ship deck.

Translation: Hearing the abnormal impact sound, Wu Tie transformed into a stream of light, together with his three corpses clones, rushed out of the ship deck.

We need to keep "three corpses clones" as translation of three corpses clones. Could be "three corpses avatars". We'll use "three corpses clones". Keep "ship deck" for ship deck.

On the War Boat's bow, Lao Tie was seized by a sturdy man's ankle and wildly flung left and right. Despite his current strength, combat experience, and will, he couldn't break free for a moment.

Translation: Just seen on the War Boat's bow, Lao Tie was being grabbed by a sturdy man at his ankle, wildly flung left and right on the bow. Despite Lao Tie's current strength, as well as his combat experience and will, he momentarily couldn't break free.

War Boat's bow, sturdy man's ankle wildly flung left and right. Despite Lao Tie's current strength, as well as his combat experience and will, he momentarily couldn't break free.

That sturdy man, however, was odd.

Translation: That sturdy man, however, was strange.

"Divine Gate Guardian, Yellow Turban Warrior!" Wu Tie's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he glared at the sturdy man.

Translation: "Daoist Sect Protector, Yellow Turban Warrior!" Wu Tie's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he glared at the sturdy man.

The sturdy man's upper body stood about one zhang tall; he wore a bright-light armor, a lion-like helmet on his head, and a yellow silk scarf embroidered with a taiji eight‑trigram pattern around his neck.

Translation: The sturdy man's upper body stood about a zhang tall, wearing a Bright Light Armor, a Suanni helmet on his head, and a yellow silk scarf embroidered with Taiji Bagua pattern wrapped around his neck.

The upper body stood about one zhang tall.

Meanwhile, his lower body was a frenziedly swirling five‑colored cloud mist.

Translation: Meanwhile, his lower body was a frenziedly spinning mass of five-colored clouds and mist.

The five‑colored cloud mist formed a vortex, broad at the top and pointed at the bottom, spinning rapidly like a top and stretching about three zhang long. Accompanied by a piercing whistle, streams of visible heavenly‑earth essence from all directions were continually sucked into the vortex and transformed into immense power that flowed into the Yellow Turban Warrior's body.

Translation: The five-colored clouds and mist resembled a vortex, broad at the top and narrow at the bottom, spinning rapidly like a top, about three zhang long. Accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, visible streams of heavenly and earthly primordial energy from all directions were continuously drawn and swallowed by this vortex, transformed into immense power poured into the Yellow Turban Warrior's body.

In Wu Tie's mind, all kinds of information about the Divine Gate Guardian's divine soldier, the Yellow Turban Warrior, instantly surfaced.

Translation: In Wu Tie's mind, all information regarding the Daoist Sect Protector's divine weapon, the Yellow Turban Warrior, instantly surfaced.

This dates back to before the primordial mythic era, when Daoist sages who called themselves primordial qi cultivators opened caves in the wilderness to create this defensive dharma, intended to keep out foreign demons and pestilent insects.

Translation: This was before the Primordial Mythic Era, when those called Primordial Qi Practitioners of the Daoist Sect, in the wild outskirts, opened cave dwellings, creating this guardian dharma method to ward off external demon invasions and snake and insect disturbances.

Like the giant god soldiers, these Yellow Turban Warriors are artificial constructs.

Translation: Like the Giant Divine Soldiers, these Yellow Turban Warriors are artificial constructs.

However, the giant god soldiers focus on technique, while the Yellow Turban Warriors are closer to the Dao.

Translation: However, Giant Divine Soldiers focus more on 'technique', while Yellow Turban Warriors are closer to the 'Dao'.

In other words, the giant god soldiers are cheap, mass‑produced battlefield cannon fodder, whereas the Yellow Turban Warriors are high‑end custom products with tremendous development potential.

Translation: In other words, Giant Divine Soldiers are cheap, mass-produced battlefield cannon fodder, whereas Yellow Turban Warriors are high-end custom-made products with tremendous development potential.

Take Lao Tie as an example: after inheriting the legacy of the primordial Great Peng Bright King and the Peacock Bright King, he suddenly grasped the essence of the Chaos Transformation, turning his metallic body into a fleshly shell, becoming human and embarking on the path of cultivation.

Translation: Take Lao Tie as an example; after receiving the inheritance of the Primordial Great Peng Bright King and the Primordial Peacock Bright King, he suddenly grasped the essence of Chaos Transformation, turning his metallic body into a fleshy form, thereby embodying a human and embarking on the path of cultivating the Great Dao.

Among the hundreds of millions of giant god soldiers, it's unknown whether any could possess Lao Tie's kind of fortune.

Translation: Among the hundreds of millions of Giant Divine Soldiers, who knows if even one could possess Lao Tie's fortune.

As for the Yellow Turban Warriors, it is said that over ten percent of them can independently comprehend the Chaos Transformation, evolving from muddled cave servants into flesh‑and‑blood Daoists capable of self‑cultivation.

Translation: As for the Yellow Turban Warriors, it is said that over ten percent of them can independently comprehend Chaos Transformation, transforming from muddled cave-dwelling servants into flesh-and-blood Daoists capable of self-cultivation.

"Boom boom boom," the eyes of this Yellow Turban Warrior of unknown rank shot out pure golden divine light as it grabbed Lao Tie's ankle and flung him wildly left and right.

Translation: "Dong dong dong," this Yellow Turban Warrior of unknown rank shot pure golden divine light from its eyes, grabbing Lao Tie's ankle and flinging him left and right wildly.

Lao Tie is quirky; although he now has a fleshly body, he still longs for his former mighty giant‑god‑soldier physique, and over the years, relying on the vast resources provided by Wu Tie, he has trained in countless bizarre body‑tempering techniques.

Translation: Lao Tie is eccentric; having obtained a fleshy body, he still longs for his former immensely powerful Giant Divine Soldier physique. Over these years, relying on the vast resources provided by Wu Tie, he has also trained in countless exotic body-tempering methods.

Such as the Nine‑Turn Mysterious Skill, the Eight‑Nine Mysterious Palace, the Glazed Golden Body, and the Dragon‑Elephant Divine Body, Lao Tie, being greedy, has practiced enough to have thirty‑plus schools; although none have reached the highest level, their proficiency is not lacking.

Translation: Such as Nine Revolutions Mystic Skill, Eight Nine Mystic Palace, Glazed Golden Body, Dragon-Elephant Divine Body, and the like; Lao Tie, greedy for more, has trained in as many as thirty or fifty of them, though none have reached the highest level, yet their proficiency is not lacking.

Nowadays, Lao Tie's fleshly body has been forged into an indestructible diamond‑like vajra.

Translation: Nowadays, Lao Tie's fleshy body has been forged into an Indestructible Vajra.

The Yellow Turban Warrior grabbed him and flung him wildly on the War Boat, sending sparks flying from the boat's bow, yet neither Lao Tie nor the boat suffered any damage; the scene was simply too embarrassing.

Translation: That Yellow Turban Warrior grabbed him and flung him wildly on the War Boat, causing sparks to fly all over the boat's bow, yet Lao Tie and the War Boat suffered no damage whatsoever; the scene, however, was quite embarrassing.

"Get him!" Lao Tie, unable to catch his breath for a moment and powerless to escape this embarrassing predicament, roared.

Translation: "Screw him!" Unable to catch his breath for a moment and powerless to escape this embarrassing predicament, Lao Tie roared angrily.

On the deck, just as the War Boat suddenly stopped, countless giant god soldiers were thrown down by inertia and then rose in unison; they lifted their heads, their eyes flashing scarlet gloomy light, and then tens of thousands of extremely fine red beams converged on the Yellow Turban Warrior.

Translation: On the deck, just as the War Boat suddenly halted, due to inertia countless Giant Divine Soldiers on the deck fell over, then simultaneously straightened up in unison; they lifted their heads, their eyes flickering with scarlet gloomy light, and then tens of thousands of extremely fine red rays converged and shot at the Yellow Turban Warrior.

With a loud "hum," the temperature on the deck surged to a level where even ordinary celestial soldiers would instantly vaporize.

Translation: With a booming "hum," the temperature on the deck suddenly soared to the point where ordinary immortal soldiers would instantly vaporize.

The air distorted, heat waves rose, and high‑temperature rays struck the Yellow Turban Warrior's vital heart.

Translation: The air distorted, heat waves rose, and the high-temperature rays struck the vital point of the Yellow Turban Warrior's heart.

A layer of light waves about a chi thick surged from the Yellow Turban Warrior's surface, his whole body blazing with countless intricate profound runes; his burly frame shuddered, then he hastily retreated backward.

Translation: A layer of light waves about a chi thick surged from the Yellow Turban Warrior's surface, his whole body blazing with countless complex profound runes; his burly frame shuddered, then he retreated backward hastily.

Amidst a "hiss" sound, the converging high‑temperature rays pierced the Yellow Turban Warrior's surface light wave and struck directly his bright‑light armor.

Translation: Amidst the "hiss" sounds, the converging high-temperature rays pierced the Yellow Turban Warrior's surface light waves, directly striking his Bright Light Armor.

The bright‑light armor was instantly pierced; the Yellow Turban Warrior let out a cry of pain, a flicker of human‑like suffering and fear crossing his stern face, as a large patch of scorching white molten metal sprayed from his chest; he turned and fled as a gust of wind.

Translation: The Bright Light Armor was instantly pierced; the Yellow Turban Warrior let out a cry of pain, a flicker of human-like anguish and fear crossing his stern face, his chest spewing large amounts of incandescent white metal solution; this Yellow Turban Warrior turned and fled as a gust of wind.

The converging high‑temperature rays tore through the void and struck a large mountain ahead.

Translation: The converging high-temperature rays tore the void, landing on a large mountain ahead.

Soundlessly, a half‑summit tens of thousands of zhang high instantly vaporized; tens of thousands of giant god soldiers' eyes flickered with gloomy light, and as they saw the enemy flee, the high‑temperature rays they emitted ceased simultaneously.

Translation: Silently, the half of a mountain peak tens of thousands of zhang high instantly vaporized; tens of thousands of Giant Divine Soldiers' eyes flickered with gloomy light, and as they saw the enemy flee, the high-temperature rays they emitted ceased firing simultaneously.

"Damn it!" Lao Tie flipped up and jumped, stomping his feet on the bow as he cursed: "I've capsized in a gutter… you little brat screwed me over… you bastard, just who blocked the way? Who was it?"

Translation: "Damn it!" Lao Tie flipped up and jumped, stomping his feet on the bow as he cursed: "I've capsized in a gutter... been screwed by this brat... you damn thing, just who was blocking the road? Who?"

"Get out here… look, Old Tie's grandpa won't present you with thirty‑six thousand novel tricks!"

Translation: "Get out here... look, Old Tie Grandfather, I won't lay out thirty-six thousand novel tricks for you!"

Behind Wu Tie, a host of demon lords, ghost lords, and devil lords emerged in single file, hovering behind him and looking around in all directions.

Translation: Behind Wu Tie, a host of Yao Sovereigns, Ghost Sovereigns, and Demon Sovereigns filed out, hovering behind him as they looked around in all directions.

Suddenly, the Relic Bone Venerable let out a strange laugh and slammed his right hand hard into the empty space ahead.

Translation: Suddenly, the Relic Bone Venerable let out a strange laugh, his right hand fiercely striking the front void.

With a "crack," a transparent glass‑like shield in the front void shattered, and amidst the flashing light and shadow, a row of nine auspicious clouds appeared, each topped by a Daoist whose aura was like that of an immortal and whose bearing was extraordinarily ethereal.

Translation: With a "crack," before the void, what seemed like a transparent glazed cover suddenly shattered; in a flicker of light and shadow, a row of nine auspicious clouds appeared, each cloud top bearing a Daoist with an aura like an immortal and extraordinarily ethereal demeanor.

In the center, three Daoists emanated a strong medicinal fragrance, clearly they were alchemists.

Translation: In the center, three Daoists exuded a strong medicinal aroma, clearly they were alchemists.

To the right, three Daoists had variously sized gold, jade, and glazed talismans floating and swirling around them; these were the talisman‑drawers.

Translation: To the right, three Daoists had gold, jade, glazed, and other material spiritual talismans of various sizes floating and tumbling around them; these were talisman drawers.

To the left, three Daoists hovered above large and small formation disks, surrounded by flashing spiritual light, with countless mysterious banners, platforms, cloud gates, and archways hidden in the void; these were the formation‑crafters.

Translation: To the left, three Daoists had large and small formation disks floating beside them, with more spiritual light flickering around them; the void concealed countless odd formation flags, platforms, cloud gates, and archways; these were formation crafters.

Wu Tie's body flickered and he arrived at the bow, hands behind his back, gazing at the nine Daoists blocking the way.

Translation: Wu Tie's body swayed as he arrived at the bow, hands behind his back, gazing at the nine Daoists blocking the road.

A howling wind rolled through the air, and the Yellow Turban Warrior, just wounded by the barrage of tens of thousands of giant god soldiers, appeared behind the central Daoist.

Translation: A raging wind howled as it rolled through the air; the Yellow Turban Warrior, just wounded by the barrage of tens of thousands of Giant Divine Soldiers, appeared behind the central Daoist.

The central figure, wearing an apricot‑yellow robe and a heaven‑reaching crown, held a dragon‑head scepter in his left hand and a water‑fire whisk in his right; he had crane‑white hair, a childlike face, and a beard over three feet long, looking like an immortal. He swayed his whisk and said calmly: "You lot, you have trespassed my mountain gate with intent to commit banditry?"

Translation: The central Daoist, wearing an Apricot-yellow Robe, a Sky-piercing Crown, holding a Dragon-head Ruyi in his left hand and a Water-Fire Whisk in his right, with crane-like hair and a childlike face, a beard three feet long, appearing truly like an immortal, swayed his whisk slightly and said calmly: "You all, trespassing upon my humble mountain gate, intending to commit banditry?"

He gave a cold chuckle, narrowed his eyes, and said word by word: "Trespassing the mountain gate is bad enough, but you also injured my mountain‑patrolling warrior… it seems you are indeed not good people."

Translation: He snorted coldly, narrowing his eyes, and said word by word: "Trespassing the mountain gate is forgivable, but you also injured my mountain patrol warrior... it seems you are indeed not good people."

Behind Wu Tie, the eldest of the Yellow Springs Three Sovereigns, the Yellow‑Robed Ghost Sovereign, let out a weird, grating laugh: "Yellow‑robed Daoist, stop putting on airs—when did the gate of your Qinglian Observatory get moved here?"

Translation: Behind Wu Tie, the eldest of the Yellow Springs Three Sovereigns, the Yellow Robe Ghost Sovereign, laughed with a strange tone: "Yellow-skinned Daoist, stop putting on airs; when did your Azure Lotus Temple's mountain gate move here?"

The second, the Green‑Robed Ghost Sovereign, gave a shrill laugh: "Let's count—it's been fifty or sixty thousand years since we last saw you; I even thought your bones could drum… heh, I originally wanted to dig up your grave and turn you into a zombie. I never got around to it, and I didn't expect you're still alive."

Translation: The second of the Yellow Springs Three Sovereigns, the Green Robe Ghost Sovereign, let out a shrill laugh: "Counting up, it's been fifty or sixty thousand years since we last met; I even thought your bones could drum... heh, I originally wanted to go dig up your grave and refine you into a zombie. I never got around to it, never expecting you'd still be alive, huh?"

The third, the Silver‑Robed Ghost Sovereign, spoke softly: "Do you still remember your little disciple? He is now a ghost king under my command, ruling over hundreds of millions of ferocious ghosts, quite formidable… Back then, for his sake, you alone stormed our brothers' Yellow Springs Cavern—hee… what courage!"

Translation: The third of the Yellow Springs Three Sovereigns, the Silver Robe Ghost Sovereign, spoke softly: "Do you still remember your little disciple? He now, under my command, is a ghost king ruling over billions of ferocious ghosts, mighty indeed... back then, for his sake, you alone stormed our brothers' Yellow Springs Cave... heh... what courage!"

In just a few words, the Yellow‑robed Daoist's face turned a bit green.

Translation: In just a few words, the Yellow-skinned Daoist's complexion turned slightly pale.

It seems the Yellow Springs Three Sovereigns and the Yellow‑robed Daoist are long‑time mortal enemies. Being mocked face‑to‑face by his mortal foe, the Yellow‑robed Daoist had a halo of light spread above his head, then a three‑colored true flame shot up—truly, he was furious enough to blaze three zhang high.

Translation: It seems the Yellow Springs Three Sovereigns and the Yellow-skinned Daoist are long-standing mortal enemies. Being mocked face-to-face by his mortal enemy, the Yellow-skinned Daoist's head was shrouded in a haze of light, then a Three-Colored True Fire surged up—truly, he was furious to the point of his hair standing on end.

"Sure enough, you're a den of snakes and rats… you all deserve to die." The Yellow‑robed Daoist gritted his teeth; spiritual light flickered behind him as eight more Yellow Turban Warriors drifted out, taking their places behind him according to the Nine Palaces layout alongside the original warrior.

Translation: "Indeed, a den of snakes and rats, you all... each deserves to die." The Yellow-skinned Daoist gritted his teeth; spiritual light flickered behind him, and another eight Yellow Turban Warriors drifted out from behind him, taking their places behind him according to the Nine Palaces formation, alongside the original Yellow Turban Warrior.

"Do you of the Qinglian Observatory intend to defy the Divine Emperor's edict?" Wu Tie interrupted the Yellow‑robed Daoist and the three ghost sovereigns' reminiscing, then coldly shouted: "The edict jointly issued by the thirty‑six sovereigns of the Sui dynasty orders your Qinglian Observatory disciples to close the mountain gate and reflect in seclusion."

Translation: "Azure Lotus Temple, do you intend to defy the Divine Emperor's Sacred Edict?" Wu Tie cut off the Yellow-skinned Daoist and the three Ghost Sovereigns' reminiscence, shouting coldly: "The joint sacred edict of the Fire Dynasty's thirty-six former emperors orders you Azure Lotus Temple disciples to close your mountain gate and reflect in seclusion."

The Yellow‑robed Daoist drew a deep breath, shook his water‑fire whisk, and said coldly: "A hundred thousand years ago, we nine brothers already broke out of the mountain gate and ceased to be disciples of the Qinglian Observatory… the Divine Emperor's edict was aimed at the Qinglian Observatory, so what does it have to do with us, those who broke out and walked the reverse path?"

Translation: The Yellow-skinned Daoist drew a deep breath, shook his Water-Fire Whisk, and said coldly: "A hundred thousand years ago, we nine brothers had already broken out of the mountain gate, no longer disciples of the Azure Lotus Temple... the Divine Emperor's sacred edict was aimed at the Azure Lotus Temple; what does it have to do with us, those who broke out and defy the Dao?"

The nine Daoists laughed together; their laughter was loud, yet their expressions showed no amusement.

Translation: The nine Daoists laughed in unison, their laughter loud yet devoid of any mirth in their expressions.

They stared at Wu Tie as if they had seen their father's killer, each gaze fierce and hateful.

Translation: They seemed to have seen their father's killer, each glaring at Wu Tie with vicious hatred.

"You're lying." The Six Desires Demon Sovereigns chorused a shrill laugh: "Seventy thousand years ago, you were still overseeing battles in the east, helping the Qinglian Observatory's bull‑nosed ones to kill our demon nation's three greatest demon emperors who had the best chance to become demon sovereigns… now you claim you broke out of the mountain gate a hundred thousand years ago? You're deceiving ghosts."

Translation: "Lying?" the Six Desire Demon Sovereigns chorused in a shrill laugh: "Seventy thousand years ago, you were still supervising the eastern front, helping the Azure Lotus Temple's old fogeys trick and kill our Demon Nation's three great demon emperors who had the best chance to attain Demon Sovereign status... now you claim you broke out and defied the Dao a hundred thousand years ago? You're deceiving ghosts, aren't you?"

The Relic Bone Venerable and the Yellow Springs Three Sovereigns simultaneously glared at the Six Desires Demon Sovereign in the same way.

Translation: The Relic Bone Venerable and the Yellow Springs Three Sovereigns glared at the Six Desire Demon Sovereign in the same manner.

Are these ghosts so easy to deceive?

Translation: Are these ghosts so easily deceived?

The nine Daoists stopped laughing at once.

"Is that so? Perhaps I, the old Daoist, misremembered." The Yellow-skinned Daoist tugged at the corner of his mouth, forcing a stiff, skin-deep smile at Wu Tie: "But these are all minor details, not important, right?"

Wu Tie smiled and nodded: "Yeah, indeed not important… The nine Daoist masters blocking the road obviously didn't take the Divine Emperor's edict to heart. However, what do you intend?"

The Yellow-skinned Daoist flicked his whisk back over his shoulder, pointed at the injured Yellow Turban warrior, and said: "You trespassed the old Daoist's mountain gate and wounded the old Daoist's mountain patrol warrior…"

Zhu Ganglie slapped his belly and shouted loudly: "Old Daoist, this talk is pointless. You're just deliberately making things difficult for people—why say all this nonsense?"

He picked his ears, pulled out a big chunk of earwax, flicked it aside, and Zhu Ganglie laughed loudly: "Do you want to die or live? Make it clear—we brothers will guarantee to serve you comfortably!"

Zhu Ganglie threw out that clump of earwax, which was thumb-sized, and it flew out with a piercing whistling sound for hundreds of li, then slammed straight into a big mountain.

With a booming "hum", the big mountain didn't budge at all, but all the flowers, grasses, and trees on it were shaken to powder.

Especially the birds and beasts on the mountain—none of them died, but their feathers and fur were all shaken to powder by a strange tremulous force; for a moment birds fell to the ground rolling wildly, beasts crawled all over the place, and the scene was tumultuous with dark smoke and miasma.

Huangpi Dao Ren ignored Zhu Ganglie, staring at Wu Tie and saying coldly, "Martial King, you ought to reason."

Wu Tie sighed: "I've already been reasonable enough; otherwise, based on what you did to Lao Tie earlier, I would have ordered the army to surround and chop you nine into dumpling filling to feed the wild boars."

Zhu Ganglie shouted from the side: "The meat of these ox-nosed ones... even pigs wouldn't eat it, okay?"

Wu Tie ignored Zhu Ganglie and said coldly, "Daoist Priest says we trespassed your mountain gate, but this wilderness..."

Huangpi Dao Ren waved his left hand; in the mountains below, a thousand streams of auspicious qi rose, ten thousand zhang of rosy light surged, and a magnificent grand formation slowly opened, revealing a splendid Daoist temple with golden beams and silver floor tiles, its walls and roofs made of various beautiful jades, everywhere decorated with tortoiseshell, coral, pearls, glazed ware, and other rare treasures.

This Daoist temple had dozens of halls, covering nearly ten thousand acres; tens of thousands of Daoists of various ages, wearing different Daoist robes, either chanted scriptures in the halls, or drank tea and played chess under the trees, or refined pills and brewed medicine in the alchemy rooms, or sat on cloud beds practicing breath cultivation.

What a fairyland mansion—yet before the mountain gate stood a hundred-zhang-high jade archway, which was smashed to pieces.

"You lot, trespassing on the old Daoist's mountain gate, refusing to reason, and beating the mountain patrol warriors!" Huangpi Dao Ren gave a smirk that didn't reach his eyes, then flashed at Wu Tie that stiff, ugly, greasy smile like chilled pork fat.

Wu Tie looked at the shattered jade archway, then glanced at the flight altitude of his fleet.

The jade archway was only a hundred zhang tall, but Wu Tie's fleet, to avoid the myriad-zhang-high mountains of the Blaze Dynasty's Western Borderlands, flew at an altitude of over ten thousand zhang.

"Is your archway planted in the sky?" Zhu Ganglie shouted.

"The old Daoist's archway really is planted in the sky." Huangpi Dao Ren waved his dragon-head scepter, and then he saw that in the high air to the north, west, and south of the temple, a flash of spiritual light appeared, and a hundred-zhang-high jade archway sprang up in each direction.

Seeing the height at which those jade archways hovered in the sky... what a coincidence, it exactly matched the flight altitude of Wu Tie's fleet.

Wu Tie exhaled: "You're trying to pull a 'collision scam' on me, huh?"

Huangpi Dao Ren stared blankly... obviously he couldn't grasp the profound meaning of the word 'collision scam'. Of course, in the Blaze Dynasty there was no such profession; even if there were, someone of his stature could never pull it off.

"No matter what, Martial King owes the old Daoist an explanation." Huangpi Dao Ren said slowly: "Crashing the mountain gate, injuring the patrol warriors—Martial King, your conduct is utterly unreasonable."

Youming Pengzun narrowed his eyes and asked from the side in a gloomy tone: "Give you an explanation? Get lost!"

Youming Pengzun was discussing future cooperation with Wu Tie, seeing that his own bird chicks would soon have good days and wouldn't have to fight the Blaze Dynasty day in and day out, able to enjoy a few years of peace.

But Huangpi Dao Ren and his lot showed up, looking for trouble and giving Wu Tie unnecessary hassle.

With the domineering temper Youming Pengzun had cultivated as the overlord of the Western Demon Kingdom, a single 'get lost' perfectly expressed all his feelings and thoughts at that moment.

Huangpi Dao Ren gave a smirk that didn't reach his eyes as he bared his teeth at the Netherworld Daoist: "Old Daoist, you really don't know how to 'get lost'—how would Pengzun teach me?"

Youming Pengzun gave a cold snort; his surrounding clouds surged, a sharp cry pierced the sky as he shot forward, his right index finger turning into a three-foot-long black claw that, with a 'puff', pierced Huangpi Dao Ren's chest.

"Do you really think you're some big shot? Without the Fire Transmission Grand Formation weakening our strength, killing you would be as easy as slaughtering pigs and dogs."

Zhu Ganglie complained again from the side: "Did we provoke you guys or not?"