Master Shou's trump card was actually the Dao Hall Master?
Hadn't the two of them just slaughtered each other at the Grey Palace of the Xu Moon in the Southern Domain? And now they were friends again? Then again, what kind of friend would stab himself in both ribs for a friend before the Cold Palace Saint Emperor? And how could the Dao Hall Master possibly take the bait? This was blatantly a scheme to frame him! "Master Shou, this..." Feng Zhongzui clutched the Dao Transmission Mirror, utterly powerless to complain. It all looked too absurd.
With such an obvious trap, let alone the Dao Hall Master, even if he did take the bait, he could not win.
Taking a step back, would the Cold Palace Saint Emperor really fall for it so easily? Would he truly choose one between Master Shou and the Dao Hall Master? Feng Zhongzui felt that if he stood at the Cold Palace Saint Emperor's height, no one could sway his choice.
I want them all!
Unfortunately, Feng Zhongzui was not the Cold Palace Saint Emperor.
From where he stood now, he could not even glimpse Master Shou's back. How could he possibly fathom Xu Xiaoshou's true thoughts?
When holy light descended from the heavens and slowly condensed a hazy, illusory set of features high above Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain,
Xu Xiaoshou did not spare even half a scrap of extra curiosity.
He did not even wish to wait for the Cold Palace Saint Emperor to form an avatar, a thought incarnation, or complete any other miscellaneous clone-descending spiritual techniques.
Still less did he have any intention of testing their strength against each other. After all, he was still a rookie who could not even beat Ai Cangsheng.
He swiftly tossed A-Si into the Apricot Realm.