Ning Zhuo: Despicable! Who Ambushed Me?

Rust Disaster Craftsman, Monk of Delusional Words, and Liu Qingyan left together.

Ban Ji alone remained in the empty cave dwelling.

Ban Ji's face was dark as water. The chill in his heart now outweighed even his anger.

"This Ning Zhuo is actually this troublesome!" Ban Ji deeply felt the force of Ning Zhuo's methods.

In the past, when facing certain rogue cultivators of the demonic path, even if their individual combat strength far surpassed his own, he had always dealt with them with ease.

That was because he not only had the Ban Family at his back, but also enjoyed the tremendous advantages of the righteous path. Stirring up public sentiment, borrowing strength to strike strength, and so on.

But now, facing Ning Zhuo, Ban Ji discovered that the methods he had once been so proud of no longer worked.

In terms of background, Ning Zhuo seemed no weaker than him. In terms of reputation, Ban Ji cultivated demonic arts, making him worse off than Ning Zhuo. In terms of personal combat strength, Ning Zhuo also possessed Golden Core Level Mechanical Creations, so the outcome was difficult to predict.

More importantly, there were Ning Zhuo's methods!

"Just by releasing a few rumors, he made the demonic cultivators I had hired at great expense withdraw on their own. His righteous-path methods are quite solid!" Ban Ji found this thorny.

Extremely thorny!

Though Ban Ji cultivated demonic arts, he had been born into the Ban Family and thoroughly understood how the righteous path played its game.

Thus, he knew very well that Ning Zhuo's grasp of this righteous-path maneuver was truly seasoned. It immediately drew his full attention.

How did one judge such mastery?

Very simply—cost!

Ning Zhuo had merely spread some rumors, yet he had persuaded away the demonic cultivators