Taking Over Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole

Pfft!

In the blink of an eye, a red-haired, snake-headed deity behind Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole stabbed him in the back!

The scene felt strangely familiar, as though a past life had replayed itself. Back then, Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole had fallen to the Evil Sword Demon's trick in precisely this way!

Everything happened too fast. Even Zhuo Peiyu and the other Spirit Treasure Sect sword cultivators, famed for their speed, failed to react in time.

They could understand if there were lackeys of evil gods within the Deity Squad, or if the Evil Sword Demon had used its ability to stir demonic thoughts and control the deity who had delivered that backstab.

What they could not understand was how a seasoned veteran like Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole, who had weathered storms and stood countless tests since ancient times, could still fall for such a simple trick.

In the cultivation world, cases of taking a knife for someone were rare, while cases of wielding two knives behind someone's back were common. When heading out for combat, one had to keep one's guard up. Never mind fighting Evil Demons now—even sparring with fellow disciples or exchanging moves with a Dao companion, one could not relax one's vigilance. These were bloody, tear-stained lessons accumulated by countless cultivation predecessors who had suffered harm. Even greenhorns understood such principles, so how could an old predecessor like Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole make the mistake of leaving his back unguarded and being betrayed and harmed by his own subordinate?

"Kehehe, what Four Emperors? You are merely a defeated foe beneath my hand. If I can kill you once, I can kill you countless times!"

Controlling the Immortal Trapping Sword, the Evil Sword Demon circled