"Is it really that difficult? The Heaven Heart Toad's strength is supposedly only about the same as a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Could there really be any difficulty in capturing them?" Yu Miaorong asked in confusion, his face full of astonishment. "Could it be that what was written in the mission guide was actually a lie?"
"Of course not. Lie? How could the Holy City do something so foolish as to lower its own prestige? That Heaven Heart Toad is indeed only about as strong as a low-level second-rank demon beast."
"Then why..."
No sooner had the other party's voice fallen than Yu Miaorong's voice entered their ears again. One really could not tell, but this man was rather impatient.
"There is no problem with the Heaven Heart Toad's own realm. In the eyes of cultivators at our level, its strength is indeed like that of an ant. The danger comes from the outside—the competition is too fierce." As the One-Armed Daoist spoke up to this point, a cold smile appeared on his face. From his expression, Lin Xuan seemed to see flashing blades and clashing swords.
The other four were not fools either. What the other party was referring to was already extremely obvious!
"Fellow Daoist means killing people to seize their treasures?"
Huangting Sect stroked his beard, a trace of shock flashing across his face. But thinking it over carefully, this matter was purely normal. Although in these extraordinary times, the Holy City had long since issued laws prohibiting conflicts between human cultivators—even if there were old grudges, they had to be set aside. The great enemies now were the Demon Race and the Sea Race; they could no longer wear down their own strength.
On the surface, there was nothing wrong with this order,