Tears of Passion

"Retreat. Let's see if they pursue us. If they do, we'll still have a chance to turn around and kill them," Gray-Robed Yama said.

"Mm."

They began to move.

The defeated army collapsed like a mountain. They could only retreat and flee, even deliberately making themselves look utterly bedraggled.

In truth, there was no need to pretend. Their disciples were already in a miserable state.

One after another, their faces were drained and dejected. Their confidence had suffered an enormous blow, forming a stark contrast with their previous arrogant swagger.

How could one word—miserable—possibly describe it?

To be honest, they had been beaten senseless!

It would have been one thing if they had failed to break through, but they had never expected things to turn out this disastrously.

Underestimating the enemy had indeed come at a terrible price.

"Tell me now: were you catching turtles in a jar, or were we shutting the door to beat the dogs?" Zhao Tianxing burst into laughter, and the disciples of the Nine Palaces Ghost Sect flushed crimson.

All they could do was clamor that, once the First Under Heaven Assembly was over, their Divine Realms would punish these three Divine Realms.

Inside the mountain's belly.

Watching them flee, Zhao Tianxing asked, "Everyone, should we chase them out, catch them all in one net, and kill every last one?"

His eyes blazed. He clearly wanted to do exactly that.

"I don't think so. They aren't weak. The ones left are all their strongest disciples, especially the three Little Ghost Kings. No one can stop them, and they could inflict tremendous casualties on us. We mustn't get carried away. We won this only because of the terrain, everyone's unity, and Tianming turning the tide. Going out means giving up our advantage. If we fall into