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第一千八百六十章 圣城执法长老

At the same time, in a desolate sea tens of thousands of miles away, a huge ancient warship was speeding towards a barren island.

The length of this warship was about a thousand feet. In terms of size, it wasn't particularly outstanding. It was similar to ordinary large warships, but various exquisite carvings and magical talisman arrays subtly exuded an aura of vitality that made people feel intimidated.

Moreover, two old monsters at the Immortal Profound stage were standing on the bow of the ship. The aura they emitted was shocking. One had a fierce appearance; his hair and beard were all white, wearing extremely luxurious robes. But the patterns drawn on them were terrifying to behold—skulls and various bones. Although their appearances differed, each exuded an evil spirit, making it clear that this bone robe was a demonic artifact made from many cultivators he had killed.

The identity of this person was obvious: the Supreme Elder of White Bone Sect, White Bone Old Demon. Of course, he preferred to call himself True Monarch of White Bones.

As for the one on the right, while his appearance was much thinner, it was equally disgusting.

He stood no more than four feet tall, with a gaunt and bony body. His eyes were large and his nose flat, with yellow teeth. A messy head of hair in dark green color covered his head. His limbs were thin and dry, with fingers like bird claws.

This was Lin Xuan's bone-deep nemesis, Poison Dragon Ancestor.

Both were old monsters at the early stage of Immortal Profound.

While True Monarch of White Bones didn't show much emotion, drinking and enjoying himself carelessly, Poison Dragon Ancestor had a gloomy expression.

"White Bone, you still have the heart to enjoy yourself. We're now treated like errand boys. It was your idea back then to join the Holy City, promising us that 'it's cool under the big tree.' But look at our current situation," Poison Dragon Ancestor's voice entered his ears, and everyone could easily recognize his displeasure.

"Poison Dragon, why be so anxious? What errand boys. This is a bit too harsh to say." True Monarch of White Bones took a sip of wine; his expression was noticeably more composed.

"Hmph, isn't it the case? In the past, no one ever dared to tell this old demon what to do. Look at that old monster with the surname Qiu—now he treats us like subordinates," Poison Dragon Ancestor said resentfully.

"Originally, you were worried about this?" True Monarch of White Bones laughed hollowly.

"Why? Don't you get angry?"

"Haha, there's nothing to be angry about. That old monster Qiu is a mid-stage Separation Realm cultivator, one of the six senior enforcers of the Holy City. In terms of strength, he's on par with the three demon emperors and six sea kings. I jest that even if you and I joined forces, tied together, we wouldn't be able to defeat him. The cultivation world values might—being used by such a powerful cultivator for a few words of scolding isn't something to be surprised about. There's no need to take it personally."

"But..."

Poison Dragon Ancestor still showed unwillingness on his face, but he had to admit that the other's words couldn't be refuted. After changing his expression several times, he finally gave in with a sigh: "I never thought the Holy City was so deep-rooted. Besides the city lord, there are also such monsters as the six senior enforcers. They can match the strength of demon emperors and sea kings."

"Indeed, this matter wasn't something I expected either. We were careless, but analyzing it carefully, it's not surprising. After all, if the Holy City only had a city lord, how could it lead humans to resist demons and sea creatures? Two fists can't match four hands—only with six senior enforcers can there be a delicate balance. However, their existence has always been kept secret and unknown to outsiders..."

"Indeed, this matter did deceive all cultivators. Even beings of our level haven't heard any whispers about it. From this, we can infer that the Holy City isn't the only one hiding its strength; Nine Immortals Palace is also not an easy opponent... Just "Your words are correct. Nine Immortals Palace dominates the chaotic seas and can be said to be the fourth power in the East Sea after humans, demons, and sea creatures, existing for a million years. If it wasn't deep-rooted enough, it would have been devoured long ago by the three tribes,"

"Hmm. But this has nothing to do with us. We just joined the Holy City too hastily. Originally, we thought that with our strength, the Holy City wouldn't refuse us and would entrust us with important tasks—most likely continuing to oversee Red Leaf Sea. Even if they sent a few high-ranking cultivators, it would only be on par with us. They are unfamiliar with this place, whereas after operating for centuries, we can say that even if we revealed the location of top-grade crystal ore veins to the Holy City, we could still benefit from it. Who knew they would send an advanced-stage Immortal Profound cultivator who also serves as a senior enforcer? With his strength, there's no way we can refute him, so he has turned us into subordinates," Poison Dragon Ancestor said resentfully. A single misstep led to the loss of everything; he never imagined that it would end up this way.

The only description was frustration, but in this world, there were no regret pills for sale.

"Actually, you don't need to be so upset. If we carefully consider our decision back then, it wasn't entirely wrong. Frankly speaking, even if time could go back, I would still make the same choice," after a moment of silence, True Monarch of White Bones unexpectedly spoke up.

"Why?" Poison Dragon Ancestor frowned: "We are both Immortal Profound cultivators, free and carefree. Being treated like errand boys now—don't you find it more comfortable?"

"Old fellow, why be so sharp-tongued?" True Monarch of White Bones couldn't help laughing loudly: "What errand boys? That old monster Qiu is indeed stubborn, but he has never treated us this way. After all, at the Immortal Profound stage in the East Sea, we are figures who can shake the four directions with a single step. Besides, since the two tribes' war began, the Great Whale King has shown no mercy to us; there's nothing left to hide. With you and me alone, how could we resist the Great Whale faction? If we don't seek help from the Holy City, Red Leaf Island will be occupied by them in the end—just like pouring water into a bamboo basket, all our efforts would be in vain."

Hearing this, the anger on Poison Dragon Ancestor's face flashed for a moment but eventually subsided. Despite his disagreement with True Monarch of White Bones' words, he couldn't find the right words to refute them.

Since arguing wouldn't work, and they were at the same level, True Monarch of White Bones continued his analysis:

"Joining the Holy City as support was not a mistake; if anything, it was our failure to anticipate that they would have senior enforcers,"!~!

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