On the battlefield, Lin Xun cast a glance at the distant Emperor Ancestors and said calmly, “Mister Lu, I’ll be taking my leave.”0

With that, he turned and departed without the slightest hesitation. Lu Boya, Luo Xiu, and Luo Yong exchanged glances and couldn’t help but laugh. It was clear that Lin Xun held the Emperors Ancestors in utter contempt. Then again, how could Lu Boya and the other Immortal figures not feel the same?0

Meanwhile, the hundreds of Emperor Ancestors from the Yao and Ling Clans stood there, stunned and speechless. The world truly worked in mysterious ways. 0

Just moments ago, they had been eagerly awaiting Yao Tianhan and the others to crush the Luo Clan and claim total victory. Now, they were the ones reduced to trembling prey, lambs awaiting slaughter!0

So what if they were Emperor Ancestors? In the eyes of true Immortals, they were indeed no different from lambs to be slaughtered…0

“Elder Lu, what do you think we should do?” Luo Xiu asked, stroking his chin.0

Before Lu Boya could answer, Luo Yong suddenly bellowed, his voice brimming with killing intent, “Didn’t they vow to raze Dragon Ridge Mountain Range and wipe out our Luo Clan down to the roots?...0