"Stop, this is the command hall." Ning Cheng and the old geezer had just reached the entrance of the hall's protective formation when they were stopped by two Saint Emperors of the Transformative Path.
"Scram." The old geezer had already sensed Ning Cheng's displeasure, and now that someone was blocking them, he raised his hand and slapped them twice. The two Saint Emperors of the Transformative Path were directly sent flying, and even the protective formation of the command hall was cracked by his slap.
"Which fellow Daoist is this? At this critical time of great peril in the Taiyi Realm, you actually attacked the protective formation of my Taiyi command hall?" A deep voice rang in the ears of Ning Cheng and the old geezer as Ning Cheng stepped into the formation.
The old geezer chuckled, "It's your Grandpa Ping Ding."
