Surrounded by heroes, alone and unaided, yet he still took the initiative to invite everyone to come at him together? Whether they wished to debate the Dao or test swords, anything went.
The moment Chen Ping'an spoke, a heavy, murderous chill settled over the entire Da Mu Temple.
The white-robed young Banished Immortal of old had become a green-robed swordsman with the appearance of a middle-aged man. Smiling, he spoke gently, without the slightest trace of harshness on his face. His expression was so composed that... he seemed like a schoolteacher scolding a whole crowd of unruly children, telling them to recite properly later, or they would have to stand and take the ruler.
Zhou Shuzhen's expression shifted slightly. She had merely hoped to borrow the momentum of Jiang Quan coming to exact revenge and give Chen Ping'an a show of force, setting a favorable tone for today's discussion. Naturally, the price they would pay would be immense.
Jiang Quan, who had come seeking revenge, was certain to die.
Zhou Shuzhen herself was prepared to die as well. As for whether she would perish completely, her soul scattered and her Dao extinguished, that depended only on how heavily the other side struck—whether he meant to kill, whether he was willing to let her die.
Wasn't her fate also the fate of this entire world? Men were the carving knife, they the fish upon the chopping block. Whether the human world turned out well or ill, whether fortune or disaster, merit or guilt, all lay in another's hands!
Yet she did not want a discussion she had begun by seizing the initiative, meant to help Gao Jun and the others secure the First Move, to turn into a street brawl. That would do nothing for this world's future. It would only