A Nest of Great Sages

(Still a long chapter.)

Zhou Tian looked grave. In a low voice, he said, "A brutal clash is now unavoidable!"

By "brutal clash," he naturally meant a fight to the death. One side would have to be wiped out completely.

The Chongming Bird was plainly coldhearted. When he saw the Feathered Immortal of the Dao-Cutting Sect, his ally, killed, his first thought was to take the thin trace of Heavenly God blood within him.

He felt not a shred of sympathy. He had no interest in finding out what had happened or whether the Feathered Immortal could be revived.

Clearly, once the Chongming Bird and his companions decided that Qin Ming, Si Yeli, and Zhou Tian had no protectors and were at a disadvantage, they resolved to kill them and silence them for good.

"Why aren't you running?"

"Scatter in different directions. You'd have a good chance!"

The White-Clad Woman of the Eternal Mist Origin Cult and the young man in gold wore bright smiles, but their eyes were cold.

If the three split up and fled in different directions with top-tier teleportation talismans in hand, some of them might indeed survive.

"You're staying? Planning to smash the cooking pots and sink the boats, then fight with your backs to the river?"

"Admirable courage!"

The White-Clad Woman and the man in gold sounded casual, their words edged with mockery.

Though they believed the Earth Immortal on their side controlled the situation and had the three at his mercy, their taunts were also another test.

Beside them, the middle-aged Ancestor spoke up. "You really won't try? Give it everything you've got. Whoever can outrun the Sacred Chongming Bird's wings or the Earth Immortal's sword radiance has a chance to live."

The group smiled faintly at his words.

"Hurry up and take