Eight Trials, Each Their Own Choice

"Mo Tu Shan, what did you mean by this?"

Before the Immortal Palace, Yu Jian asked calmly.

Qing Xi stood beside him, while the disciples of the Heaven Piercing Sword Sect and Empty Clarity Sect waited in formation behind them.

This was because Mo Tu Shan, leading the disciples of the Black and White Monastery, was blocking their path.

As for the other factions, they had all retreated far away, watching with their own thoughts in mind and showing no intention of intervening.

In their eyes, it would be best if these major sects fought to the death. That way, there would be fewer competitors.

"It meant nothing. Back then, you were barking quite merrily outside the palace where I was in seclusion. I was cultivating a divine art then and had no time to deal with you. Now, it is time to settle that score."

Mo Tu Shan stood there lazily, speaking as though he did not care.

"How interesting. Before, you hid inside that palace like a turtle with its head tucked in, too afraid to come out. Now you dared provoke us? It seemed you had successfully refined that Demonic Treasure of yours, and that gave you the nerve?" Qing Xi said coldly.

Her words made Mo Tu Shan's eyes narrow slightly.

With a turn of thought, he immediately understood where things had gone wrong.

That day, his mind had been affected by that Five Tribulations brat, and in the end, he had forgotten to silence those severely injured Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.

Yu Jian and the others must have learned of the matter from those people.

Though annoyed inwardly, Mo Tu Shan's expression did not change.

He gave a cold laugh. "Enough nonsense. Since you dared insult my Black and White Monastery that day, have you