Yang Mei's voice rang out again, still flat, devoid of any emotion, yet when it fell into the four people's ears, it was more grating than Chaos Divine Thunder.
A joke?
Who would dare treat a Hunyuan Grand Ultimate Golden Immortal as a joke?
Luohu's heart sank to rock bottom, and an utterly absurd feeling rose from deep within him.
He remembered the proposal he had made not long ago.
"As long as Fellow Daoist cooperates with me, we will eliminate Hongjun first."
"When the time comes, you and I will fight a fair battle to decide the final victor."
A fair battle?
Thinking back on it now, those four words were laughable to the extreme.
He, a Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal, had gone to a Hunyuan Grand Ultimate Golden Immortal and proposed a "fair battle"?
With what was he supposed to fight fairly?
Luohu's throat bobbed, and an indescribable suffocation clogged his chest.
He was not stupid.
The reason Yang Mei had agreed to join hands with him was not because his words had made such perfect sense.
From beginning to end, Yang Mei had never regarded him as an opponent.
Agreeing to his proposal had merely been going with the current, adding one more layer of insurance for himself.
The only person truly standing on the chessboard had always been Yang Mei himself.
On the other side, Hongjun's face remained thin and refined, without sorrow or joy, but the hand hidden beneath his sleeve had long since clenched tight.
But his heart was sinking rapidly.
It was over.
Only those two words remained in his mind.
He had schemed against the Heavenly Dao, schemed against the Witch Clan, schemed against Luohu, schemed against Destiny and Karma.
He had regarded everyone as chess pieces, believing himself to be