"Do you truly wish to die?"
The ethereal voice seemed to come from the clouds, from the depths of some vast marshland, its source unfathomably distant.
Yet the icy killing intent within it seeped straight into their bones.
The seven Golden Core Cultivators froze in an instant.
Even Huangfu Song, the strongest among the seven, could not stop his eyelids from twitching wildly before that towering baleful aura.
"They say Azure Sun Zi was the Azure Sun Devil Monarch who shone brilliantly in the battle that ignited the Righteous-Demonic War. He has countless trump cards and acts with overbearing tyranny; among cultivators of the same realm, he is nearly unmatched. I thought the rumors had been exaggerated before, but this..."
"I fear that even if the few of us join forces, we will merely follow in Leng Guang's footsteps."
"Fellow Daoist, do not bolster another's prestige and extinguish your own ambition. At the end of the day, he is merely a lone man, while we have a full seven Golden Core Cultivators!"
"Is that really safe?"
As a rogue cultivator force, the Ten Thousand Immortals Society did not truly care much about whether rogue cultivators lived or died.
Even when conflicts broke out in the Fulóng Mountains, the Nascent Soul True Persons above rarely bothered to intervene. In their eyes, these people were no more than ants.
When ants fought, who would care?
But if things grew too large and affected the already scattered Spirit Lands of the Ten Thousand Immortals Society, then the matter would be worth discussing.
Even if the Nascent Soul True Persons did not show themselves, the Demon Hunter Division would still demand accountability.
Seeing the cultivators under his command begin to beat a retreat one after another, Huangfu Song knew that he would have to