"I have no inheritance at all. How could True Saint Yuan Chu's inheritance be something we could obtain?" Zhou Ming said.
It was the truth, but to the White-Browed Elder and the others, it sounded like an excuse.
"It seems you refuse to cooperate, fellow Daoist." The White-Browed Elder's gaze turned cold.
"In that case, don't blame us for our discourtesy."
He calculated inwardly. The intelligence said this man's strength was suppressed, yet he had still escaped an encirclement of over thirty people. His combat prowess could not be underestimated.
Even with the six of them joining forces, capturing him might not be easy. But holding him here until the others arrived would certainly be no problem.
As long as they held him up, the credit for the first success would be theirs.
"Form the array!" the White-Browed Elder barked.
The six Da Luo True Realm cultivators instantly scattered, each taking a position. Six different laws of the Great Dao intertwined into a net, sealing off this entire stretch of void.
"Attack!"
The disciplinary ruler in the White-Browed Elder's hand blazed with dazzling, clear light as he brought it down toward Zhou Ming's head.
The strike appeared plain and unadorned, yet it contained the profound truths of the Great Dao of instruction and discipline, capable of suppressing all powers that strayed from the orthodox path.
The other five attacked at the same time. Saber flashes, sword shadows, divine abilities, and Dao arts surged toward Zhou Ming from every direction.
They did not strike to kill. All their attacks were intended to seal and suppress him.
In their eyes, Zhou Ming was already a turtle trapped in a jar.
As Zhou Ming looked at this Heavenly Net, only one thought remained in his mind.
End this quickly.
He could not