The old man smiled faintly. "I am Zhebie Chuan. I can hardly be called a grandmaster, merely someone who took half a step ahead of you. I once invited Zhao Bahuang to join us. Today, I have come to invite all of you to join our great cause. What do you think?"
The Dark Night Division Star Master narrowed his eyes into slits. "I thought using Ye Nishang as bait would force Zhao Yun into the Demon Slaying Abyss. Yet they turned around and used Zhao Yun to pressure us. Plans truly cannot keep up with change."
"Sooner or later, this world will belong to the barbarians. The army is already heading for Changsheng City. As long as you can make the immortal sects serve as spies, Changsheng City will fall with ease. By then, you will be great heroes of the barbarians..."
"I eat the court's grain. How can I be a dog for the barbarians? Let's risk everything. We might still have a way out..."
Before the Dark Night Division Star Master could finish speaking, Zhebie Chuan flickered out of sight.
In the blink of an eye, the wind of heaven and earth and bone-chilling killing intent converged. The Dark Night Division Star Master desperately circulated the spiritual power within him, trying to borrow the strength of the mountains and rivers to resist. Yet he discovered that with every breath Zhebie Chuan took, all the power he could borrow had vanished without a trace.
Palm force crashed down like an overwhelming tide. The Dark Night Division Star Master wanted to fight for his life, but he could not find a single opening in Zhebie Chuan's defenses. Strength surged through his body as he raised both fists, intending to forcibly withstand that crushing pressure.
Crack!
Before his strength