The Sealed Lord gave the order, his tone edged with fury. Now, even if everyone wanted to drag their feet, they could not.
After all, the Sealed Lord's authority stood above all else. It was one thing to play tricks under his nose in moderation; taking things too far made it easy to be singled out as an example—the gun shot the bird that stuck its head out.
Weakening the Royal Family had to be done gradually, building an advantage day by day. It could not be accomplished in one stroke.
Dongfang Da Qian curled his lip. He disliked Zhou You, but he despised Lian Feihong even more.
Even if Lian Feihong had become a Sealed Lord, he was still an incompetent fool in Dongfang Da Qian's eyes, nothing more than a lucky man aided by a powerful patron!
Without Zhou You's wholehearted support, Lian Feihong would have been inferior even to Wu Linbei, who had fled overseas to escape disaster. He would not have lasted more than two or three moves against Dongfang Da Qian.
If not for the need to kill Zhou You this time, he would never have joined hands with such a petty man.
Dongfang Da Qian knew perfectly well that once the other party dealt with Zhou You, he would be next.
He would never pull chestnuts from the fire for someone else. He would only sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, seizing the advantage amid the chaos.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! One Grandmaster after another joined the battlefield, weaving back and forth like butterflies circling flowers. With every strike, winds and clouds changed color. All manner of light, sound, and exploding air packed the Immortal Dew Gathering Terrace to bursting.
The other idle bystanders hurried off the high platform one after