Pressuring the Court

Zhong Shan looked up at the crowd of Great Immortals!

"Everyone, will you join my Great Zheng, or withdraw now?" Zhong Shan asked the twenty-one Great Immortals in the sky.

At Zhong Shan's words, the brows of the Great Immortals twitched slightly. Suspicion flickered in their eyes, along with a wave of regret. If they had captured Zhong Shan at the very beginning, would there have been so much trouble? How were they supposed to make a move now?

The Great Zheng Sacred Court clearly possessed the strength to fight a Great Immortal. Then there were the ten Great Buddhas, and what seemed to be ten Great Immortals as well. On the surface, they were evenly matched with the twenty-one Rogue Cultivators.

But the Rogue Cultivators knew best that these great powers normally had every magical treasure at their disposal. Compared with the shabby equipment of their own group of twenty-one, the gap was enormous.

How powerful was a Great Immortal Artifact? The old man in the Eight Trigrams Daoist Robe had just demonstrated it to everyone. Dong Jianfeng, the most renowned among them, had merely answered once before being subdued by the old man. That was the difference between having a Great Immortal Artifact and not having one.

Yet the Rogue Cultivators were unwilling to accept this. They watched the others but refused to leave, clearly waiting for other powers to arrive.

Just as the stalemate continued, the old man in the Eight Trigrams Daoist Robe suddenly frowned.

"Hm?" the old man in the Eight Trigrams Daoist Robe uttered softly.

Then he reached out and beckoned.

"Whoosh!"

Not far away, at the Yin Yang Hall atop the High Heaven Court, a streak of light suddenly flashed.

A round diagram fell into the hands of the old man in the