The gates of the Zhuang manor swung open, revealing Lü Yinshan, in his black Taoist robe, holding a duster, walking out in big strides.
"This humble Taoist greets you," Lü Yinshan offered his salutations.
"An expert!"
In the crowd, Wang Xuanzhi's face subtly shifted.
This black robed old Taoist, facing over a hundred elite from the Demon Control Department, remained unperturbed. Wind swirled around his feet, his wide robe billowed, and he managed to withstand the aura of the five commanders.
Li Shantao's eyes narrowed, flashing with a lethal intent like a spark of electricity.
"Demon Way adherent, surrender," he ordered.
"Surrender?" Lü Yinshan chuckled, "If the three Great Leaders, or perhaps Shang Tianhe were here today, then perhaps those words wouldn't sound so laughable..."
As he spoke, the gaze of Lü Yinshan swept across the faces of everyone present like a sword.
"Just based on you lot?"