Wei Yuan, Zhang Sheng, and Trueman Chu He flew up into the sky and swaggered their way toward the Shaman city. Naturally, they were discovered. Three Great Warlocks rose into the air to meet them.

Wei Yuan came to a halt several dozen li from the Shaman city, watching the three Great Warlocks slowly approach.

Wei Yuan sneered and said, “What’s the matter? Scared? Did we beat you too badly last time?”

One of the Great Warlocks snapped, “Have you come here to die?”

Wei Yuan replied disdainfully, “You look like humans. Who gave you the right to speak in my presence? Where’s that guy with just a head left? Tell him to come out and see me!”

The Great Warlocks were all seething with rage, yet miraculously, they held their tempers. Their gazes swept past Wei Yuan and lingered briefly on Trueman Chu He—a token gesture of respect. Then, they all fixed their gazes on Zhang Sheng.

As usual, Zhang Sheng was clad in a scholar’s robes. He had one hand clasped behind his back, and another holding a history book. He looked every bit a scholar on his way to take the imperial examinations. But when the Great Warlocks looked at him, they felt a faint stinging pain in their eyes, and their bodies trembled instinctively.

The three Great Warlocks were filled with astonishment and doubt. This human is clearly not an Avatar, so why is he exerting far greater pressure than the old Daoist standing next to him?

Wei Yuan...