"The thief had better accept his death quickly," a robust voice boomed from afar, followed by a burly figure descending from the sky, smashing into the green stone slab pavement of the City Lord's Manor and creating a large crater.
The Immortal whom the City Lord and his two sons had been desperately searching for had arrived, but by then they had no breath left, unable to voice their pleas—a great irony indeed.
"Esteemed Immortal Chief, it is better to resolve grievances than to create them. We did not know at the time that he was one of yours, and we beg you to spare our lives," the old woman said with a hint of a smile to Zhu Ganglie.
"Spare me your words, I must take your lives to appease my sister's spirit in heaven," Zhu Ganglie retorted.
"If that's the case, don't blame us," a Taoist said bitterly.