"Fellow Daoist Mu, the gate to the seventh level has to be opened sooner or later. Otherwise, the plan we've spent so many years brewing will all come to nothing," Fan Tiansheng said.
"Of course. But I never said you could kill this boy. How about we each take a step back and go up to see what happens?" Mu Zhongping looked at Fan Tiansheng.
"That depends on what this child thinks." Fan Tiansheng looked at me. With the two of them glaring at each other, I was stuck in a passive position. The corpse ghost's skin was still trembling, which showed how fiercely Zi Qingyun was struggling inside.
"Hmph. Mu Zhongping, if I want to fight, are you going to interfere?" I said coldly.
Mu Zhongping shook his head and gave an insidious smile. "Heh heh, boy, don't be ungrateful. I'm protecting you. Didn't you see that he has the Ghost Dao Sacred Canon in his hands? Do you think that thing can be dealt with using your ghost stone? I'm worried you'll be beaten to dust in a moment!"
"Oh? So that means you don't plan to make a move, right?" I saw a glimmer of hope. As long as Mu Zhongping did not interfere, I wasn't very afraid of dealing with Fan Tiansheng. After all, I had my three brothers, who had already reached the eighth tribulation. With a blood robe, even one of them could be raised to the level of a quasi-ninth tribulation expert. Surrounding and killing a true ninth tribulation expert would be no difficult matter!
"Hehe, I've said it several times already: I won't make a move. But if you die, it'll be a major disaster for me." Mu Zhongping spoke coldly. He was vaguely referring to the contract. Before the Gates of