While Starfall Pavilion was making full preparations for battle, the other main player in this conflict, the Nether River Alliance, was not idle either.
"Grand Elder, are we really going to fight Starfall Pavilion to the death?"
At the Tianming Sect headquarters, atop a blood-red mountain, an old man stood at the peak. Beside him stood a middle-aged man, who looked at the old man and spoke somewhat uneasily.
The middle-aged man was the current Sect Master of the Tianming Sect, a Peak Dou Zun expert. Even so, he still had little confidence in fighting Starfall Pavilion to the death. Though he had great faith in this Grand Elder, Starfall Pavilion's Dou Sheng expert still loomed before him like an impassable mountain, leaving him unable to muster much confidence in the outcome of this battle.
"An arrow on the string must be loosed! Haven't you seen those people as well? What is there left to worry about?" The old man heard the middle-aged man's concerns, but did not take them to heart. Or rather, the immense benefits had made him selectively forget the terror of a Dou Sheng expert.
An opportunity to break through to Dou Sheng! Though he was now a Half Saint, he was still nothing before a true Dou Sheng expert. Moreover, he did not have many choices left. He had lived for far too long and was nearing the end of his lifespan. Therefore, he had to take a gamble. If he could not break through to Dou Sheng, he feared he would not be able to hold on much longer.
And once the Tianming Sect lost him, would it still be the Tianming Sect of the Mingzhen Continent? Could a top-tier faction that had lost a Half Saint still be called a top-tier faction?
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