"Fellow Daoist Zhang, what are you saying? I came to avenge my younger brother. How could I not give it my all?" Jin Hou said with an unpleasant expression.
"It's best that you remember you're here to avenge your younger brother. Fellow Daoist Jin, if we don't join forces, I'm afraid the enemy will take advantage of us!" Zhang Su gave another warning, which Jin Hou found rather disapproving.
However, to avoid giving Zhang Su a handle to seize, Jin Hou indeed put a little more force into his attacks. Of course, he was probably still far from giving it his all. If he and his younger brother, the Great Demon Emperor, were born of the same parents, then they were incarnations of the Nine-Tailed Fox. Thus, his most powerful weapon was not this Haotian Divine Cauldron, but his own innate Nine Tails. Those nine tails could confuse his opponents. I had fallen for it earlier; if he had taken the opportunity to attack, I would probably have suffered a minor injury then.
Their mutual suspicion was only the first step. After all, it was already a major problem for the official forces and the rogue immortals to cooperate against a common enemy. If anyone contributed even a little less, the alliance could easily collapse without a fight. Besides, not only was this old man Jin Hou no simple character—Zhang Su was no pushover either. Thus, my scheme of sowing discord would soon slowly ferment.
This time, I no longer chose the Divine Tortoise warship, which had already been battered into misery by the inexplicable clash between the three True Immortals. Instead, I chose the fleet of the rogue immortals. Their equipment was not as refined as that of the official Divine Tortoise warships and their specialized battleships, which could