Seeing Meng Shentong and Lan Qianzhong approaching with ill intentions, Long Yan felt quite indifferent inside. Many had tried to take his life, but none had succeeded.
"I really didn't expect that the Seven-Star Hall's reach would extend to me."
Meng Shentong's face was somewhat contorted; this news had come from the Heavenly Gate Sect behind him, otherwise, he would still be trying to win over Long Yan.
"It seems that our rivalry over the years has caused these outsiders to underestimate us."
Lan Qianzhong regained his composure, yet his hands were tightly clenched into fists, with red light flowing over his body.
No matter how intense their strife, once there were foreign invaders, both would stand together.
"Murderous intent rampages."
"Blood Shadow layers upon layers."
Two 8th-Rank God Kings struck together, bringing a momentum that seemed to darken the sun and rip apart the black night sky with their crimson hues; roaring waves of blood surged towards Long Yan.