Qin Xun paused, glanced outside the Emperor Flame Hall, and continued, "Gao Mu, know when to stop. Our two factions are both powers of the Upper Star Realm. We normally stay out of each other's way, so why fight to the death over one flame seed? Let's each take a step back. Leave with your people, and the Treading Spirit Sect will owe you a favor. We'll repay it someday."
"What a joke! Someone else? Besides you and me, who else is in the Flame Lord's Heavenly Tomb? Oh, don't tell me you mean the Myriad Forms Divine Mansion—Jiang Bei and his people?"
Gao Mu sneered, his face full of disdain. "They're nothing but ants. You actually take them seriously? What is the Myriad Forms Divine Mansion? A tiny faction from a Middle Star Realm, not even equal to a finger of the Treading Spirit Sect or the Ancient Demon Sect. Jiang Bei is just a greenhorn who stepped in dog shit and got lucky. He killed Zhao Yuan by chance, and now he thinks he can overturn the heavens? I could stand here and let him hit me, and he still couldn't do a thing to me. The Myriad Forms Divine Mansion isn't qualified to play the fisherman and profit from our fight!"
After hearing him out, Qin Xun fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "If you're that confident, let's continue. But I'll remind you of one thing: Jiang Bei isn't as simple as you think. You know better than I do how Zhao Yuan died!"
At the same moment.
In a hollow outside the Emperor Flame Hall, Li Hongtian watched the battle inside grow fiercer and muttered under his breath, "Qin Xun glanced outside just now. He didn't spot us, did he?"
Jiang Bei shook his