A cultivator like Liu Shiqian, who could open two great cities and draw out an Azure Luan immortal weapon, was a power to be counted on the fingers — not in Nanhong alone, but across the whole of Hongze.

Ordinary demons did not dare go near his edge.

Even those with the standing to cross hands with him were very few, and every one of them carried a great and savage name.

But today, demons of that stamp had turned up five at once!

Set an immortal sect aside, and any topmost power in the world, faced with a force like this, could do nothing but watch itself wiped out.

And at this moment the whole five of them were gathered in the Immortal's Cave.

Until even that secret realm seemed a cramped place.

Wu Jun's wild laughter rang and rang through the surroundings; its huge foreclaw drove down all at once and swatted that long-trunked water elephant, wet scales and all, clean off its feet!

BOOM!

That sudden blow blew apart, on the instant, the strange truce that had been holding inside the Immortal's Cave.

It had been three Dragon Palace great generals against one. Now the shape of it was reversed.

Even Liu Shiqian held down the shock and astonishment in him for the moment, and a certain killing intent came welling slowly up on that stern face.

One could see it: this stiff old elder's mind was not so calm as it looked from outside — plainly he had been swallowing a bellyful of anger all through the exchange just past.

He stared at the huge shape coming at him and turned the great crescent blade over in his hand.

The edge swept across the long sky and lifted a wash of green light.

That green, pure to the last degree, made no such magnificent show as the sword-stroke Su Hongxiu had once swung, and looked rather plain — but the keenness held inside it seemed able to cut open anything in the world.

“Hssss!”

The three-headed serpent demon's slitted pupils flickered.

It was a man short…