The Great Sun Sword Sect Had Already Become a Nest of Vermin

"Tushan?"

"True Monarch Tushan."

True Monarch Ran Gu looked at the Youth in Green Robes walking toward him, his face darkening as he stared fixedly at this Nascent Soul True Lord who had only ever been mentioned in intelligence reports, whom he had never seen before.

"You arranged all this?"

"What grievance have you and I ever had?"

The Blood Sun Sword Intent that had been within his grasp had vanished into thin air, an illusory bubble. Killing intent surged through True Monarch Ran Gu's heart like rolling tides, rising and falling without rest.

Almost at the same moment, he sent out message after message, delivering them to the Great Sun Sword Sect and fellow Daoists on friendly terms with him.

Sect cultivators had never had the habit of fighting alone!

He was confident that a great number of Nascent Soul Cultivators would arrive within a very short time. No matter how this True Monarch Tushan tried to mystify matters, no matter what schemes he had laid—

The only outcome would be for him to be besieged and killed by numerous Nascent Soul Cultivators. Escape would be impossible!

This was the core heartland of the Great Sun Sword Sect!

Any outside Nascent Soul Cultivator who showed their face, so long as they displayed hostility, would certainly die with no road of escape!

For the Sword Sect had no shortage of those skilled in tracking arts or escape techniques. It also possessed many top-tier fourth-rank patrol flying boats meant for hunting enemies. With several Nascent Soul True Lords jointly driving them, their speed would reach a terrifying level.

True Monarch Ran Gu's thoughts churned, his killing intent icy.

Yet in the next instant, his expression changed slightly.

There was no response.

There was no response whatsoever to his calls for aid.