Xi Everywhere Kicks a Man When He's Down; a Dog Driven to the Wall Raises Its Axe to Cleave

Dao Hall Master had become Master Shou's man?

This shift in allegiance was far too dramatic—so fake it made people wonder who had been pulling strings behind the scenes.

But no matter how it had been arranged, how could the Holy Spirit Hall possibly get mixed up with the Saint Slave? "Dao Hall Master, are you serious?"

Yue Gongli was far from the only one left bewildered. Everyone affiliated with the Holy Spirit Hall was anxiously questioning him.

We were ready to fight to the death—why had the Hall Master defected to the enemy? After welcoming Dao Qiongchang's embrace atop the God-Sealing Coffin, Xu Xiaoshou burst into laughter and mocked:

"How could it not be real?"

"First, you've got several things wrong. One: he is no longer the Dao Hall Master. Your own people forced him out of the Holy Spirit Hall long ago."

Everyone's thoughts jolted.

That was right. We had sent the Dao Hall Master away with our own hands.

Having already supported the Xuanji Hall Master, was that not itself a betrayal of the Dao Hall Master? "Two: a master chess player whose schemes were unfathomable even to gods and ghosts, who had held his position for over thirty years and established brilliant military achievements—yet you could kick him out so easily."

"Why don't you all think about it the other way around? Could a Holy Spirit Hall so narrow-minded truly accommodate a great Buddha like the Dao Hall Master for long?"

The crowd was struck as though by lightning once more.

That was right. Gou Wuyue had lost an arm after capturing Wuxiu; Rao Yaoyao had fought a bloody battle on Void Island and died, only to be demoted instead of posthumously honored. How could the Dao Hall Master's departure possibly seem abrupt or strange? Under