"Well? You can't say you lost unfairly, can you?" Daoist Lord Owl asked with a smile.
Ang Ming had still been stubborn, but in the end, he had no choice but to admit defeat.
Forget that Wu Rong had suppressed him with his illusory cultivation—hadn't that cultivation and Dao attainment been earned through his own efforts?
Without using divine armaments, Ang Ming had not even withstood a single move from his opponent. If he still refused to accept it, then he truly lacked frankness and magnanimity.
A loss was a loss. There was nothing bad about admitting it.
"This lightning tribulation will become his aid."
Watching the nine streaks of strange-colored Chaos Immortal Lightning intertwine, Daoist Lord Owl sighed. "Cultivators of the Fate Dao truly are mad to the bone."
"Master could have chosen not to give him that treasure."
Ang Ming rubbed his neck, as if he could still feel the sharp edge of that one-horned longsword. "That treasure is not only the key to opening the grotto-heaven. I hear it can also command the mountain spirits and strange creatures. Using it to trade for me... was not worth it."
"It was."
"How precious is a life? How could one avoid paying a price?" Daoist Lord Owl formed a hand seal and casually opened a gate into deep space, stepping inside first.
Ang Ming turned back for one last look.
There was unwillingness, and there was attachment.
Chicken Crow Mountain, three thousand li across—was he really handing it over just like that?
Upon receiving the news, Zhu Yan Bronze Soldier's expression turned grave.
Having received the invitation, he should have headed for Luodu Mountain long ago. Yet halfway there, he heard that Ang Ming of Chicken Crow Mountain had raised the banner of rebellion. He had thus decided