Feng Yingying and the group of sea tribe’s Ancestors and Patriarchs looked down at the various cities big and small on the Fortune Mainland from high-up in the air.

“I hope that Huang Xiaolong is at the Fortune Gate!” Guo Family’s Patriarch Guo Shi said with a cold, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes as he licked the corners of his lips.

Guo Family’s Ancestor Guo Da sneered, “He better be, or else, we’ll start the slaughter with that Golden Brow and Blood Knife. Huang Xiaolong is their disciple, so if the disciple is not around, they naturally need to make up for his mistakes!”

Although Golden Brow Ancestor had already broken through to God King Realm for more than a decade, there were still seven of them. They could toy with Golden Brow Ancestor as they liked!

It was merely Golden Brow!

And they had even less to worry about Blood Knife.

“Come, let’s...