"Are you really going to fight me to the death for Sacred Emperor Qin?"
Zun Ru Dao demanded furiously, his eyes bloodshot, the hatred within nearly tangible. Unfortunately, Fairy Hei Die remained unmoved.
The iron whip lashed out again, tearing through the air. Zun Ru Dao did not dare take it head-on and hurriedly dodged.
"Either die, or hand over the authority of the Divine Hall to me!"
Fairy Hei Die's voice was icy. Back when Qin Jun had not been strong enough, she had wanted the Divine Hall to become his shield. Now that Qin Jun had become the sixth great ruler, the Divine Hall could no longer protect him. It might as well become part of his strength.
She felt a trace of guilt toward Zun Ru Dao, but before Qin Jun's interests, that trace of guilt was insignificant.
Shouxin had searched for Qin Jun for over two thousand years, forming an obsession.
Yet she had searched for Qin Jun for one hundred and thirty thousand years. That obsession had already become faith. How could Zun Ru Dao understand?
Zun Ru Dao was so furious he nearly spat blood. If he simply handed over the position of Hall Master, would that not be utterly humiliating?
With that thought, Zun Ru Dao mobilized his dharma power and charged at Fairy Hei Die again.
He was, after all, a genius seen once in ten thousand years. Proud and arrogant, how could he willingly admit defeat?
Near dusk, Qin Jun, Taishang Laojun, Patriarch Bodhi, and Sun Wukong emerged from Three Stars Cave.
Qin Jun wore a broad smile because Patriarch Bodhi had ultimately been persuaded by Taishang Laojun and was willing to leave the mountain. At the same time, his loyalty had risen to ten points, though all his attributes