Breaking Faith

He was a strategist, after all, and his mind worked countless times faster than an ordinary person's. With only a little analysis, even in less than a second, he had already realized what everyone was thinking.

In such circumstances, no matter how he explained himself, they would not stop.

Whether it was the grudges accumulated over many years, their coveting of everything belonging to the Fifth One Clan, or some other reason, none of it mattered anymore.

They simply wanted to kill me, Fifth Zhongmou, and wipe out the Fifth One Clan.

This time, they had merely been given an opportunity...

"Plan before you act; man can triumph over Heaven..."

Terrifying waves surged in from every direction. Feeling the threat he could not possibly resist, Fifth Zhongmou gave a bitter laugh.

"Ancestor, I have always remembered your ancestral teaching and believed in it. But in this situation, tell me—how am I supposed to triumph over Heaven?"

"All my plans have been thrown into disarray. None of my contingencies can be used, and I have even dragged the Fifth One Clan into this..."

"So this is what it was..."

He raised his head to look at the sky, even abandoning the thought of resisting.

"So it turns out that saying was right."

"In the face of absolute strength, all schemes are nothing but empty illusions."

Boom...

Fifth Zhongmou, who had been peerless and schemed across the world, making countless First Sequences dread him, had been beaten into a cripple just like that...

That was only because everyone had held back, withdrawing their strength at the final moment. Otherwise, how could there have been any cripple left? He would have been reduced to a thoroughly dead corpse long ago! No—there would not even have been a single hair left.

At that moment,