Chapter 3672

"Sigh! Interesting."

Huang Rong's eyes lit up, her pupils swirled mischievously, then she followed closely behind Su Han and stepped inside.

Zhang Sanfeng and Ninth Uncle exchanged a glance, shrugged, and finally stepped in.

...... Above Shu Mountain.

Drunken Sword Immortal took Zhao Linger's little hand, sat cross-legged in a pavilion, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Uncle!"

Zhao Linger spoke timidly.

"No need to panic,"

The smile on Drunken Sword Immortal's face bloomed all at once; he reached out and stroked Zhao Linger's hair, his voice gentle, "Come here to wait for a few people... that is... the ones who often appear in your mind... the strange guild, the ones who often chat inside."

"Mm!"

Zhao Linger nodded very obediently.

Accompanied by a crisp hum, Su Han's figure stepped out from the void.

Following right behind was Huang Rong; she looked around once, saw Zhao Linger, her eyes lit up instantly, immediately rushed up and hugged Zhao Linger, gently nuzzling her cheek.

"So cute! Little Linger is really too cute... it was worth it that I agreed to the world fusion!"

Zhang Sanfeng stepped out of the void, his eyelid twitched.

So the reason you agreed in the end was because of little Zhao Linger—this is way too real.

Su Han smiled and nodded to Drunken Sword Immortal, then sensed something, raised an eyebrow, and looked toward a certain direction of Shu Mountain, "Since you dread our arrival, why not come out and meet us directly."

After a few short breaths, a sharp sword cry rang out.

Then a slender figure appeared abruptly, striding with large steps toward the group.

"Senior Brother"

Drunken Sword Immortal saw this man, his expression shifted slightly.

This was precisely the current Sect Master of Shu Mountain, Dugu the Sword Saint.

"A few of you, where have you come from"

Dugu the Sword Saint ignored Drunken Sword Immortal, his gaze sharp as he stared at Su Han and the others.

His art of divining the heavenly mechanisms completely failed on Su Han and Zhang Sanfeng.

Setting aside Huang Rong, but Lin Jiu... he actually sensed on the other party's body that kind of... open and aboveboard, overwhelming aura.

As if facing a supreme Heavenly Emperor seated high above the nine heavens.

Even though Dugu the Sword Saint trusted his divination art more than anything, at this moment his mind was completely blank.

How could a Heavenly Emperor descend into the mortal world? Moreover, looking left and right, he felt Ninth Uncle didn't look like a Heavenly Emperor at all... what Heavenly Emperor wears a Daoist robe? Isn't that a joke?

"Senior Brother, I know these few! There will be a chance to explain to you later."

Drunken Sword Immortal gritted his teeth and directly grabbed Dugu Sword Saint's wrist.

His expression was solemn to the extreme.

If Dugu the Sword Saint truly offended Su Han and the others, the consequences would truly be unimaginable.

After all, any one of these three before him was either a Heavenly Emperor, or a Taiji Martial God capable of burying all the gods and demons of the heavens single-handedly, or a terrifying existence far above the Creator God...... Su Han did not pay attention to Dugu the Sword Saint; his impression of Dugu the Sword Saint was neither good nor bad, after all, this one... clearly had the strength to dominate the world, yet simply refused to fight for anything.

Completely going along with the Mandate of Heaven.

"I have already sensed the enemy's踪迹!"

Su Han's voice was calm; he opened the guild livestream, "So, shall we follow the old rule... I use my methods to directly transfer them over, or do you do it yourselves?"