What the…!

The true immortal, who hadn’t even announced his name, was knocked out cold when Ge Long’s head made impact. Universal shock mirrored on the crowd’s faces when they saw him tumble down from the sky. A casual beckon returned the head to Ge Long’s hand.

“Anyone else?” Hefting his head, the servant slowly floated back up and coldly announced, “To challenge milord, you must first get past me.”

Resting his head back on his neck, a barely perceptible flash of light reattached it to his body. Below, countless cultivators stared at him, their eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets.

“Are you man or ghost?!” someone asked haltingly after a long moment.

“Mind your own business.” Ge Long glared. “What does it matter either way? Defeat me if you want to challenge His Excellency, or get lost!”

The surrounding cultivators...