"Mere immortals, how dare you covet the authority of the gods? Who gave you the gall!" Xingchen's voice was like the ice of the highest heavens, and his divine might surged around him, churning the surrounding sea of clouds.
Opposite them, several Immortal Lords wore gloomy expressions. The leader sneered, "Lord Xingchen, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!" The immortal sword in his hand flickered with a dangerous light, and the people behind him had already quietly formed a killing formation.
Xingchen did not reply, merely gently shielding Yan Luoluo behind him. With a flick of his fingertip, a dazzling star curtain enveloped the young girl, cutting off all outside interference. Having done this, he finally raised his eyes to look at the crowd, a mocking hook at the corner of his lips: "Today, this seat is determined to meddle!"
Chapter 57