"Bold move!"
Di Jun roared angrily, his body enveloped in the scorching True Sun Flames, unleashing a terrifying pressure that made the entire Lingxiao Palace tremble. Taiyi, Kunpeng, Fu Xi, and the Ten Great Guardians were all on full alert.
"Ten Great Guardians, heed my command! Quickly gather forces and head to Lingxiao Palace!" Di Jun's face was cold, frosty like winter.
"Your subordinates obey!" The Ten Great Demon Saints knelt on one knee and took their leave.
"Where is Xiezhi?"
"Here, your subordinate!" An elderly figure, Xiezhi, dressed in a black Daoist robe, bowed deeply.
"Quickly go to the tribute quarters, call all the tributes with the 'Heaven' rank to the Lingxiao Palace!" Di Jun coldly waved his hand: "In half an hour, we shall decide life and death with the Witch Tribe's brats!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
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