The mountain wind blew cold and thinned the stink of water.

Li Qingfeng's somewhat brazen reply reached the ears of the Dragon Palace's many demons, and it echoed just as clearly in the ears of the Nanhong Seven's cultivators.

Both sides went blank at once.

The two from the Ke family, decree in hand, glared down at the callow little cultivator below. All of a sudden they felt as if they had gone from exalted dragon son and dragon grandson to a pair of servants sent to invite an honored guest to dinner… and servants who'd been put in their place at the door, at that.

Did this Nanyang Sect actually think they had come to invite him for drinks?

Putting on immortal-sect airs in front of the South Dragon Palace?!

“You're a Spirit-Transformation nobody. What right do you have to stand before This Prince and…”

The Ke family's Fifth Prince gave a low roar. The many savage great demons behind him bared their fangs as one, their huge bodies rolling through the clouds as if evil spirits filled the sky, demon qi surging in waves.

“If he'd come to invite us himself instead of sending that rag in your hand, you might have gotten to see someone of higher cultivation.”

Li Qingfeng raised an eyebrow. In the face of that raging aura he cut the other off, clean and simple. Then, under the gaze of all those demons, he strolled unhurriedly back into the formation, leaving only one last impatient word by way of seeing his guests out.

“As for now—get lost.”

The water demons' faces stayed savage and fierce, but their roars grew fainter and fainter until they looked a little ridiculous.

A show of force this big, and it couldn't even scare one little Spirit-Transformation cultivator—who in the end had pointed at their noses and cursed them. Yet every demon there knew in its heart that even though any of them could have crushed the boy with one finger, no one would dare lift a hand today.

This was the Nanhong Seven. If it truly came to…