There were over ten Divine Venerates in front of the city and hundreds of Supreme Immortal Kings. Their expressions were twisted darkly. They were blocking one person’s path with furious expressions.

The person being blocked wore simple robes. He had a horsetail whisk in his hand, and his hair was tied up into a bun. From those characteristics, he gave off the feeling of an immortal Daoist. 

However, his slightly chubby face and wretched expression that could not be concealed in his eyes ruined the overall image. It was a typical case of dressing a monkey in royal clothes. No matter how well-dressed it was, it didn’t quite look like the image. Long Chen almost died laughing when he saw Mo Nian’s costume.

“Damn human race, you dare to ruin my race’s holy land and blaspheme my ancestor’s corpses. You also stole my race’s treasures!...