Among the Immortal Realm, even within each of the Fairy Mountain Blessed Lands, I would be known as an absolute core disciple.
If I belonged to the Demon Clan, I would be standing at the absolute top, the existence of an ancient ancestor.
Yet in this moment, I have someone from the Immortal Realm kneeling before me, begging for mercy.
With a single word, I can easily seal the fate of this grand demon of the Sea Clan.
I firmly believe that if I dictate, the North Sea Dragon King beside me would undoubtedly do as I say.
Because he cannot afford to offend the renowned Wuzhuang Temple.
However, I, Lu Wufei, don't wish to proceed in this way.
The North Sea Dragon King was incredibly hospitable towards me when I first arrived at the North Sea, despite how weak I was. I can feel his respect for me and the Sect I represent.
Moreover, it's clear to me that the old Dragon King has no genuine intent to execute General Bai.
Even though the Dragon King is stern, I sense his reluctance.
