Heaven Reckoner suddenly stamped his foot, his gaunt figure freezing in place.
Hun Tian Emperor said in astonishment, "I thought some rat was hiding in the corner. So it was you, old swindler!"
His pale golden eyes surveyed Heaven Reckoner, as though pondering why he had appeared here.
Heaven Reckoner sneered. "Old Hun, when have I ever swindled you? If there's nothing else, move aside. I don't want to wade into these troubled waters."
Candle Nether Roc was speechless. Even it could see that this old bastard was fierce on the outside but weak within—he had clearly chickened out.
Hun Tian Emperor said expressionlessly, "Now that you have entered the game, how can you possibly leave? Come. Follow this seat over there."
As he spoke, he strode toward the Daoist ground in the distance.
Heaven Reckoner's expression flickered uncertainly.
"If you dare run, don't blame this seat for showing no mercy and breaking your legs!"
Hun Tian Emperor said without turning back.
Heaven Reckoner suddenly drew a deep breath. As though throwing caution to the wind, he sneered, "I wasn't raised to be scared. Fine, I'll go!"
He carried Candle Nether Roc and followed.
"Coward!"
Candle Nether Roc flew into a rage and struggled desperately. "If you want to go die, can you not drag me along?"
Heaven Reckoner frowned and barked, "If you want to live, behave yourself!"
At the same time, he transmitted his voice, "Don't worry. Old Hun has suffered a Divine Tribulation and is restrained by the Ten Thousand Spirits Church Master. If he wants to break the deadlock, he won't create unnecessary trouble by dealing with us. He may even see us as a variable and make use of us."
After a pause, he continued, "Simply put, as long as we cooperate a little, we'll