"Seven Kill Stronghold..."
The moment Bloodsea Demon Blade Zhang Zhen saw the faces of Fifth Senior and Seventh Senior, he understood everything. Today's surprise attack had been Seven Kill Stronghold's doing all along.
But seeing the two of them suddenly hurled over in such a sorry state, he immediately knew the stronghold chief had been alerted.
With the chief involved, what chance did they have?
They might have numbers on their side and might have schemed to gather nine Spirit Transformation Realm experts, but before the chief, they were nowhere near enough.
If they truly angered him, there was no telling how many would survive.
"Well played, Seven Kill Stronghold!"
"And well played, Xie Chuanliu. I never thought you'd join forces with Seven Kill Stronghold. But do you think that's enough to take us down?"
"What a joke!"
Bloodsea Demon Blade Zhang Zhen snorted, his contempt especially plain when he looked at a sword-bearing middle-aged man among them.
That man was his sworn enemy.
The two had known each other for years. They had been good friends in their youth and had even entered the same sect when they first began learning martial arts.
But at twenty-seven, they had fallen out over a woman and become enemies.
Later, both had fled the sect. The same woman had played them both, leaving them no choice but to escape to the Crouching Dragon Mountains.
There, they had planned to sleep on brushwood and taste gall, biding their time until they could return for revenge.
Even so,
the grudge born in their youth had never faded.
Throughout their time in the Crouching Dragon Mountains, they had opposed each other at every turn, each eager to kill the other whenever an opportunity arose. In everyone's eyes, they were sworn enemies.
Xie Chuanliu's expression was