"Act!"
Gou Wuyue did not move. Instead, Chang Yi of the White Robes bellowed and instantly became a streak of light and shadow, shooting into the sky.
He knew that no matter how the big shots on both sides talked things over, the principles behind this operation could never change.
Even if Senior Wuyue truly owed the Saint Slave's First Seat a favor, some matters could not be waved away by a mere favor.
As Senior Wuyue's closest assistant, when even Senior Wuyue could not make a decision for the moment, he had to deliver a blow to the head.
Public matters were public; private matters were private.
The White Robes against the Saint Slave...
Senior Wuyue alone could not call the shots on this matter!
If he could not make the decision, then someone else should bear it.
Even if the consequences of acting would be hard to endure...
"Light Ray Rhythms!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Chang Yi flung both hands behind him. They immediately burst into glittering motes of light and merged into the Heavenly Dao.
The next second.
Everyone felt the world darken for an instant before the light returned.
Yet the returning light seemed different from before.
"Stop."
The masked man paused midair, bringing himself to a steady halt.
Cen Qiaofu and the Storyteller, following closely behind, immediately sensed that something was wrong. Both stopped at once, even holding their breaths.
But Xu Xiaoshou, trailing behind with his thoughts in turmoil and his mind still occupied by other matters, failed to react in time.
By the time he heard the warning, even though he wanted to stop, his foot had already stepped out.
"Sss—"
Ripples spread through the air.
Xu Xiaoshou did not dare move. Cold sweat seeped from his temples and dripped down.
"What?"
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