"Let's act. Delay breeds trouble."
"Take them down, and we'll share that supreme inheritance!"
"Good!"
The other fifteen cultivators of the Da Luo True Realm all had flames of greed burning in their eyes.
They activated their Magic Power in unison. Sixteen different Great Dao laws blazed with light, and the entire Trapping Formation began slowly contracting, crushing inward toward Hongchu and Cang Xuan at its center.
Inside the formation, Cang Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
He glanced at the sixteen greedy-faced True Lords outside, then at Hongchu, who was still cursing, and said calmly, "Stop cursing."
Hongchu froze. "Stop? I can't swallow this anger!"
"Save your strength." Cang Xuan's voice betrayed not the slightest ripple.
"Prepare to fight to the death."
The anger on Hongchu's face instantly froze.
He glanced at the steadily contracting Law Net, which radiated an aura of destruction, then at Cang Xuan's calm face.
He knew Cang Xuan was telling the truth.
Today, they really might meet their end here.
His mouth twisted into a bleak smile.
"Damn it. What a rotten deal."
Cang Xuan said nothing in response, merely beginning to silently mobilize the Origin within him.
Just then.
A calm voice rang out behind them without warning.
"Fellow Daoists, there's no need to rush."
The voice was calm and composed.
Yet it exploded like a thunderclap in Hongchu's and Cang Xuan's minds.
Hongchu froze just as he was about to burn his Origin.
He stared at the blue-robed figure who had suddenly appeared beside him, first in astonishment, before the frenzy on his face gave way to wild joy.
He raised his hand and slapped Zhou Ming on the shoulder.
An expression of profound surprise appeared on Cang Xuan's face as well.
As he looked at Zhou Ming and sensed his aura,