"Why didn't Zhao Xianyu send one of his gods? I could kill it and use it to consecrate the banner."
"Thud!"
The old man's knees went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. He could not utter a word, while the several Demon Hunter captains who had introduced him and brought him here were all terrified, as if disaster had descended upon them.
"Go back. Zhao Xianyu has the Divination Divine Art. Shouldn't he have foreseen this scene long ago?"
Zhang Yang flicked his sleeve and walked past. From beginning to end, the old man had not had a chance to speak—and could not speak even if he had.
A sword cultivator's Soul Meridian Sword Core was primarily meant for self-preservation and self-rescue, but it still possessed considerable power to intimidate and kill. It was similar to a Soul Tremor, but stronger and more terrifying.
It was precisely because of the power of the Soul Meridian Sword Core that Zhang Yang could analyze the old man's identity and purpose directly from a great distance.
Zhao Xianyu was panicking. He had actually come to seek reinforcements.
It made sense. Relying on his Divination Divine Art, he had first schemed to seize the Wood Demon Tower, then supported Duan Jiusi and obtained enormous benefits. Having tasted success, he began scattering his divine talismans across the world. Even grassroots lords like Fat Pig had several of them in their hands. Wasn't that the same as stretching out their necks for others to chop?
The Divination Divine Art was powerful, certainly, but it was not impossible to counter. It only required time.
Now Zhao Xianyu was riding high, adding flowers to brocade. Within, he had three thousand li of territory and tens of millions of subjects; without, he could invade other worlds. This was