The killing intent was receding, but the threat continued, and pressure came crashing down like a tide.
It seemed that if they disagreed on even a single word, they would start a war and fight to the death.
Lu Xuanji slightly furrowed his brows and said, "Daoist friend, why press me so hard? Even if you win after we truly fight, you will have to pay a huge price. I, this venerable one, have come this far by slaughtering the world and have never known what fear is. If you want a bloody battle, then let it be a bloody battle!"
Terrifying aura surged, and magical power swept over.
His qi and blood circulated to the extreme, like a burning star.
His Primordial Spirit circulated, communicating with the authority of Heaven's Dao.
The Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure and the immortal artifact Bell of Death were both activated to their peak, ready to start the battle at any moment.
Golden light flickered beneath his feet, ready to strike at any moment—or even to flee.
Jiang Yumo, however, reined in her aura and returned to her ordinary appearance. She no longer seemed aggressive. Instead, she once again looked normal as she said, "Creation Daoist friend, don't resort to fighting and killing!"
Only insignificant people resort to fighting and killing, whereas true bigshots understand the ways of human relationships and worldly affairs.
The Ten Great Sects are being reorganized. Our Sword Island has become one of them, becoming a ruling power. We can participate in dividing up the spheres of influence, allotting territories, and distributing the populations and resources of various regions. These are tremendous advantages. However, they also mean that we will lack enough cultivators and have insufficient control over the local areas!"
"Daoist friend, joining my Sword Island comes with many