Two half-step Foundation Establishment! Even if it was Xu Yangyi, his complexion still grew austere. As for all the Xingtian Legion’s personnel, they came behind him. However, there was no sight of Zhan Twelve.

Two old men, appearing to soon enter the earth in eternal rest, flickered into existence at Nangong Xiaoran’s back. Unexpectedly, they were both dressed in a scholar’s changpao, one in black and one in white. The black changpao was embroidered with the picture of a white bird. The white changpao was stitched with the picture of a fierce black dog. [1]

The faces of these two men were filled with wrinkles, and their hands were covered inside their sleeves. Their heads were hung low, and white hair loosely draped over their shoulders. Their eyes were so squinted that nothing could be seen, and they resembled already-buried corpses. And that was overlooking that they were still gasping for air.

“One…” Amidst his fluttering white hair, Qiao Wu slowly lifted up his corpse-like skull. Unburdened by a sliver of emotion, he looked towards Quan Ningyue and then turned to Mao Ba’er. “Two…”

“Three…” “Four…” Finally, Quan Liu brushed an eye over the unconscious Fang Cheng. “Five…”

“Five insects…” Quan Liu laughed coldly. “This Throne will send you all on your way.”

“This Throne?” Quan Ningyue burst into loud laughter. “You haven’t entered Foundation Establishment yet. I’m afraid that both of you...