Rumble—
Within Earth Demon Cliff, sensing the aura of the Golden Soul Cult's leader, Huan summoned his dharma form. Towering between heaven and earth, he held a staff and gazed at Wu Sheng as he appeared.
He could not leave Earth Demon Cliff. Even attacks he sent out would collapse the instant they left its bounds, so he could only watch quietly like this.
Whether it was to stand guard for Yang An or to see what Wu Sheng was plotting, he had every reason to remain here and observe.
Sensing Huan's appearance, Wu Sheng smiled faintly. He turned around as well and bowed toward Huan within Earth Demon Cliff.
Were they enemies or not? The concept was actually quite vague.
If one truly traced it back, Yang An had held no grudge against the Golden Soul Cult at first. He had not even had much dealing with them.
But from the moment the Workshop Master had designated the token held by the Golden Soul Cult as a target, whether there was enmity no longer mattered.
Cultivators had always needed to clear away every obstacle in their path if they wished to advance and break through.
When an obstacle existed, it was an enemy—the enemy obstructing one's path along the Great Dao.
Not to mention that this world was about to collapse. Whether it was him or anyone else, everything they did was for the sake of surviving and escaping alive.
Under such circumstances, whether there was enmity was utterly unimportant. What mattered was who could find a way out and survive.
"He wanted to kill me, so I killed him."
Yang An's answer was simple and straightforward. It was a universal formula; it worked for Xuan You, it worked for Jishan, and it applied in most situations.
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