"Are you Marshal of Evil, Yin Tianjiao?" Lu Chengfeng stowed away his Golden Dragon, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Saber transformed into a stream of light and disappeared. Only the gourd hanging on his waist gleamed with a layer of red light, swaying with the wind.
"I don't dare claim the title of Marshal, little brother Yin Tianjiao greets the Venerate." Yin Tianjiao's three heads were badly bruised and battered, and all six of his arms had broken bones and torn tendons. His body was covered in bruises, pinned to the ground by the Red Dog who gave him a fierce beating.
Yet he wore a shameless grin as he approached Lu Chengfeng and said, "I have no relationship with Cyan Nether Celestial Venerable. It was the White Tiger Divine Venerate who contacted my old man, claiming that you, Venerate, had sullied Cyan Nether Celestial Venerable's reputation. If word got out, it would embarrass the Empress and they wanted my old man to act."
