Everyone thought the Purple Lin Demon King had been beaten unconscious. In truth, he had only been pretending.
Why pretend?
Simple. He couldn't win.
The unequipped Demonized Lu Bu had been barely defeated by the Core Disciples. Now that he was fully equipped, he was truly an invincible Flying General.
Having been tormented by Young Master Yuan, the Purple Lin Demon King had learned to be clever. The moment he saw things turning bad, he immediately played dead.
However.
It had really hurt.
"Hiss!"
The Purple Lin Demon King felt as though his body were falling apart from merely moving.
As a rare Kun beast, his fleshly defenses were formidable. But if he had not hurriedly played dead and continued trading blows with Lu Bu, the outcome would certainly have been far worse than simply fainting.
That was far too wise!
A'Zi rejoiced in his clever strategy.
Jun Changxiao and the others had all been fooled. They had never expected someone whose pride rivaled even Ye Xingchen's to fake his own death.
Where was his dignity?
Where was his pride?
In truth, from the moment he picked up needle and thread to mend his clothes, dignity and pride had ceased to matter to the Purple Lin Demon King.
This also told them that aside from a small number of disciples, many people throughout the sect were changing—Ye Xingchen, for example, and Jun Changxiao as well.
The Eternal Ship.
Jun Changxiao sat in the captain's chair, propping up his cheek as he looked at the Starry Sky Map.
The glowing dots on the display represented the presence of battleships.
"Whoosh!"
Shangguan Xinyao zoomed in on the image. The forms of the glowing dots gradually became clear—there were roughly dozens of them, and they looked extremely similar to battleships from the