Fifteen Days Left!
Outside Myriad Poisons Mountain Range, six disciples at the pinnacle of the Death Reversal Realm walked side by side along the ancient road.
All six were men, and none of their cultivation was weak.
"I really never expected that our Poison God Family would choose the Seventeenth Prince in this struggle for the throne."
"But the Seventeenth Prince is fine too. If our Poison God Family can truly support him in ascending the throne, perhaps the benefits we gain will be even greater."
"That's right. The struggle for the throne has begun. We can't keep enjoying ourselves within the Poison God Family anymore. We have to go out."
"I wonder what the elders mean by sending us to the Earth Emperor Tribe to exchange martial insights this time?"
"Isn't that obvious? The Earth Emperor Tribe and the Sword Pavilion Tribe both feel that their strength has grown considerably in recent years. They think they can contend with our Poison God Family, so they're still hesitating over which prince to pledge allegiance to."
"We're going to the Earth Emperor Tribe this time to keep an eye on them. If they choose the Crown Prince, the Poison God Family will probably wipe out the Earth Emperor Tribe."
"Oh, so that's how it is. Then let's hurry."
As they spoke, the six men quickened their pace and rushed out of Myriad Poisons Mountain Range.
Just as they left the ancient road within Myriad Poisons Mountain Range,
a man in white suddenly appeared before them in the curtain of night, a wooden sword in his hand.
In the night, the moonlight was cold, but the sword in this man's hand was even colder.
The six men halted at once and stared coldly at the man in white ahead.
They all had