The Sword Venerable's path to godhood had not only left Tao Yu speechless.
The five Saints who had stood up again, wearing various masks, sat back down.
Although each of them wore a mask, judging by the aura they could not suppress, their hidden expressions must have been quite something.
The old man with the wolf-head mask had an energy lens that could make rough assessments based purely on energy levels. He was the strongest of the five, and had suffered the lightest injuries.
Now he looked at the void covered by the four giant swords, feeling the sword intent that was everywhere.
The sense of danger was so strong that even the slightest movement seemed likely to slice open his skin. He couldn't help but sigh.
Given that the Sword Venerable—a being who had embarked on the path to godhood—had chosen to flee even after using the Authority of Ascension, it was clear the tide had turned. The old man gave a bitter smile.
"Mr. Styx truly deceived everyone. It seems you've already embarked on this path as well... We were presumptuous."
Tao Yu didn't bother to deny the wolf-headed man's words.
Believe whatever you want. He simply looked at them and said, "The Sword Venerable is gone, and you know what that means. If you're willing to tell me something useful, I might let you die quickly."
They had come to hunt him down, and they had very nearly succeeded!
There was little point in lying that he would let them go.
Even though the Sword Venerable had left and Tao Yu could no longer silence him, he still couldn't spare these slippery characters.
They had come after him themselves, giving him this opportunity. Under normal circumstances, a Saint harassing him would have been enough to cause devastating