Making a Move

Yue Xingshan's arrival filled both groups—one led by the Python Robe Middle-Aged Man, the other by Sun Shangliu—with deep apprehension.

Yet neither was willing to leave just like that.

For a time, the situation remained deadlocked.

How could Yue Xingshan fail to see this?

His gaze swept toward the Python Robe Middle-Aged Man and the others. "Could you do me a favor?"

The Python Robe Middle-Aged Man's expression shifted uncertainly. After a long while, he sighed softly. "Since Fellow Daoist Yue has spoken, how could we... how could we fail to recognize when to advance and when to retreat?"

Yue Xingshan smiled faintly. "Thank you."

He then turned his gaze toward Sun Shangliu and the Water Cloud Sect cultivators. "Would you all be willing to yield this opportunity?"

Sun Shangliu's eyelids twitched, but he immediately replied readily, "Brother Yue, please!"

A satisfied look appeared on Yue Xingshan's face. "Thank you."

Only then did he look toward Ye Xun and say with a chuckle, "Friend, now you have no way to sow discord. So, are you willing to hand over the treasure in your possession?"

This veteran Great cultivator of the Spirit Transformation Realm from the Dragon Elephant Spirit Sect appeared calm and composed, as though victory were already in his grasp.

Ye Xun laughed as well, then cursed right to his face, "Who the hell are you putting on an act for? Take a good look at what you are! You really think you've got me in the bag?"

Everyone was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

Those words were far too crude, like a street thug hurling abuse in the marketplace.

Even Su Yi could not help rubbing the space between his brows.

If people learned that this kid was the Mingluo Spirit Emperor who had founded the Yin