"I told you, you can't touch Tianhai Academy." Li Zhōujūn smiled. "If you want to fight, go somewhere else."
"Elder Li!"
At this moment, although Li Zhōujūn was sitting in a chair with a fishing rod in his hand, in the hearts of everyone from Tianhai Academy, he was so great, like an otherworldly banished immortal, fishing for the heavens and all creation in a feat never seen before.
"Since that's the case, Fellow Daoist, don't blame this old man." Old Man of the Ancient Tomb narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sinister.
Immediately afterward, Old Man of the Ancient Tomb addressed the group of Eighth-Rank Dao Lords who had come here in a booming voice. "Fellow Daoists, if Tianhai Academy isn't destroyed, one of us will surely fall before we can enter this secret realm.
"But if we sacrifice Tianhai Academy, then even if we fail to seize the opportunity, we can still retreat unscathed!
"These master and disciple are blocking our way. Even if their cultivation is powerful, they absolutely cannot be Ninth-Rank Dao Lords. After all, a Ninth-Rank Dao Lord could never possibly appear here.
"As long as they aren't Ninth-Rank Dao Lords, then with all of us joining forces, no matter how strong they are, they'll still be nothing more than praying mantises trying to stop a chariot!"
Old Man of the Ancient Tomb spoke with impassioned conviction. Hearing this, many of the Eighth-Rank Dao Lords looked at Li Zhōujūn and Zhang Ziqiang with ill intent, itching to make a move.
After all, Old Man of the Ancient Tomb was right.
If they sacrificed Tianhai Academy, they could continue competing for the opportunity. Even if they failed, they could still run.
But if they did not sacrifice Tianhai Academy, one of them would very likely fall.