"Is that so?"
Tian Xiaojian's expression grew even more grave.
Though he and the Devil Race's Grand Commander were each taking what they needed, at least for now, they shared honor and ruin alike—one flourished, both flourished; one suffered, both suffered.
The other party had no reason to mislead him.
And his own judgment was not far off either.
Those Wind Blades just now—every single one of them—had been formed from the power of space. Their might was no small matter, yet the other party had dissolved hundreds of them with a casual strike.
Such strength was something even an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage would find very difficult to achieve.
So effortless, so understated—looking across the Three Realms, that was top-tier power. His foster father saying that this person's strength was roughly on par with Corpse King Jinyue and Heavenly Sha Bright King could not be counted as nonsense.
And in the Three Realms, mighty figures like that could be counted on one's fingers. Just which one was before him?
Tian Xiaojian fell silent.
At that moment, that ancient, dignified voice drifted over once more. "What is it, young friend? You do not trust this old man? Though your strength is not bad, your magical power has already reached the verge of exhaustion. Why would this old man need to act against you? If you remain here by yourself, sooner or later you will also end up dead and fallen."
Those words made sense!
Tian Xiaojian gritted his teeth. If it was fortune, it was not disaster; if it was disaster, it could not be dodged!
He decided to gamble.
And so he raised his voice and answered the other party's question.
"I thank fellow Daoist for your kind intentions, but since you have already seen