"Exactly. As long as we capture this Xia Xiaoyi, hehe, we can threaten the Xia Sword Demon above and control the Jie Sect below. That's a heaven-shaking stroke of luck!" another immortal added.
"Don't say that. That Zuo Qiuhan was truly formidable. He held back our Daoqing Immortal Lord all by himself. If he hadn't made such a fuss and injured Daoqing Immortal Lord, he wouldn't have been surrounded and killed by everyone."
"Hehe, brother, don't jump to conclusions either. All we can say is that he was an immortal who wanted to become the sect master. How could we let him get captured before he even became sect master? If word got out, how would we ever face the immortals of the world again?"
"Exactly, exactly. Such a humiliating thing—and after being beaten into that state too. If it had been me, I would've destroyed my own Dao-body as well."
Zuo Qiuhan had destroyed his own Dao-body? It seemed I had arrived too late this time!
My expression instantly darkened, and sure enough, the faces of those immortals changed with it. One of them hurriedly said, "Immortal Lord, this was also Daoqing Immortal Lord's intention. We knew how wonderful it would be to capture them and use them to threaten the Jie Sect, but we truly never had the chance, did we?"
Murderous intent had already stirred in my heart. Zuo Qiuhan had been a close friend of my disciples. Although there had been some rivalry between them in the past, everyone had belonged to different factions and held different values. There had been some friction, but that had only been a matter of factional conflict. After several decades, everyone had come to understand each other's difficulties, and they had long since buried the hatchet. They had helped one