"Yu Lingdi, have you gone mad?"
"If you hand over the Subdimensional Door, you won't even have a chance to live! You are the Subdimensional Door now; the two of you cannot be separated!"
Within the Falling Petals Realm, Jiang Buyi's consciousness, which had originally been utterly obedient beneath the Red Dust Sword's power of enlightenment, suddenly resisted fiercely and roared.
Huangquan instinctively wanted to make a move.
But sensing that this voice came from the world of consciousness, he turned toward Mei Suren. "Make him shut up."
Mei Suren glanced at Jiang Buyi's scant remaining consciousness and gently shook his head. "Everyone has the right to speak."
Whatever else, Jiang Buyi was an old-established Half-Saint.
With only a consciousness remaining, Mei Suren could suppress him with the third stream of Red Plum, rendering him unable to resist.
But that could not truly make someone completely shut up, turning body, spirit, and will alike into a slave who obeyed his every command.
Mei Suren cultivated the Heart Sword Technique, not a slave sword technique.
What was more, in his current state, Mei Suren did not wish to waste any more strength on Jiang Buyi, who was now capable only of verbal disputes.
He still had the strength for one sword strike.
If he did not use that strike, it could intimidate everyone present.
Once he used it, it could take one person from the scene—but Huangquan could immediately turn against him and become the sole master of this battlefield.
On the surface, Mei Suren and Huangquan had formed an alliance.
But under heaven, there was no alliance that could never be broken.
Once an ally lost their value, from Huangquan's perspective, what use was there in keeping a piece of trash?
Having lived so long, Mei Suren would not be