Outside.
The atmosphere was stifling.
Cultivators from the major factions were all holding a bellyful of anger.
Two months had passed, yet their targets had not shown themselves. Everyone's patience was draining away bit by bit.
What made things most troublesome was that, as time passed, more experts from major factions had arrived one after another!
"If those two fellows keep hiding in the mortal world and refuse to come out, are we just supposed to keep wasting time like this?"
Someone frowned.
"I only regret that we cannot storm into the mortal world. Otherwise, This Seat would skin those two cowardly turtles, pull out their tendons, light lamps with their souls, and make them beg for life while unable to die!"
Zhu Quan, the Great Heavenly Sovereign of the Hei Ya Demon Sect, had a chilling gaze.
"Mu Qing, why not send someone to Huai Huang Kingdom? If they agree to hand over the opportunity, then for the sake of your True Martial Sword Court, they may yet keep their lives."
Madam Rao Yun of Listening Rain Sword Tower suddenly said, "Otherwise, I fear quite a few fellow Daoists here will harbor dissatisfaction. If they decide to deal you, Mu Qing, a killing blow, that would be rather unfortunate."
Her words changed the expressions in many eyes.
All eyes in the crowd turned toward Mu Qing and the others.
"Indeed. If we use you, Mu Qing, as the knife's edge, then send someone to negotiate with those two bastards who took the opportunity and refuse to show themselves, that would not be a bad plan either."
Old Devil Luo's eyes were cold and sharp.
From beginning to end, Mu Qing remained silent and said nothing.
Yet his mood grew increasingly heavy.
He could tell that the old guys present