A group of security guards widened their eyes.

They knew about flying swords. It was a skill only possessed by the strongest cultivators. When a flying sword was summoned, it could take off a person's head from thousands of miles away. That was definitely not an exaggeration.

Unexpectedly, this time, so many powerful people came.

There were eight people in total, all wearing Taoist robes.

"Greetings, Master."

The Qingcheng scholar and the crazy Taoist priest stepped forward together and saluted.

The leading man was probably in his sixties, with an immortal look, a ruddy complexion, and an extraordinary aura.

"This old man——"

"That's all right."

Tang Xiaobao interrupted the man and said, "I don't want to know who you are. I'm here to see Chief Number One. They tried to stop me, but I taught them a lesson. You probably know who I am, otherwise you wouldn't have come. So, to make a long story short, I gave them two choices: either go and inform the chief that I want to see him, or I'll go in myself and you can stop me. Now that you're all here, you can make your choice."

The leading Taoist priest had a grim expression and taunted, "Tang Xiaobao, you've been missing for five years. Do you know how much the Earth has changed? I'm surprised you're so arrogant in front of me. You're truly young and ignorant of your place. Meeting the leader shouldn't be a difficult task, but you're so arrogant. I'll teach you a lesson and let you know how important respect is."

"So, we're going to have a fight?"

Tang Xiaobao smiled and said, "That's just right. I heard that the Dragon Soul Army is now firmly suppressed by you. Is that true?"