Peng Wanli had only just survived the calamity and had not even had time to rejoice when a chill suddenly ran down his back. He turned around and stared at Hu Aotian in disbelief.
"Since I saved your life, you should at least offer some compensation!"
A sharp glint flashed in Hu Aotian's eyes. He turned his head and shot Shen Yi a vicious look, then seized Peng Wanli and fled into the distance.
Everyone was utterly stunned. At the very last moment, Hu Aotian had actually turned traitor, subdued Peng Wanli, and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye. The Golden Peng attendants were frantic, cursing Hu Aotian for being despicable and shameless.
"If you want him to live, immediately bring the Descenders in your hands before me! Two days from now, if I do not see the Descenders here, prepare to collect his corpse!"
Hu Aotian's voice echoed from the void. He had been forced into this. He had never wished to make enemies of the Golden Peng clan, but with no road ahead and no path behind, he could only resort to this inferior strategy. Yet for Mount Wanshou's prosperity over the next hundred years, he was willing to bear every insult and curse.
Everyone had thought it was all over, but events once again surpassed their expectations. Upon seeing Shen Yi summon the Golden Crow Taiji Diagram, Ye Huntian unexpectedly began fighting him for some unknown reason.
"Brother Shen, do not hold back. Let me test this divine ability of yours!"
Ye Huntian's fighting spirit surged as he stared eagerly at the Taiji Diagram circling overhead. So this is the divine ability that defeated Hu Aotian? He wanted all the more to test it himself and see just how powerful it truly was.