Xu Yi truly didn't dare kill the Third Holy Son. Killing him in secret was one thing; killing him openly was another. With all eyes on them, even if it was a duel, would the Saint Clan let it go if he killed the Third Holy Son? They would surely pursue him without end.
Conversely, if the Third Holy Son killed him in a duel, Sect Leader Zhu would never marshal the full might of the Donghua Immortal Sect to hunt down the Third Holy Son.
In the end, there was a vast gulf between his status and the Third Holy Son's. Besides, the Saint Clan was bound by blood ties; its unity was naturally stronger than that of an immortal sect.
Xu Yi was like a shrewd merchant who saw things clearly. In this fight, killing the Third Holy Son would cost him dearly, and he wouldn't even break even.
If he wanted to reap the greatest profit, he naturally had to calculate the exact price.
"That fellow's sharp as a tack. Clever as a monkey."
Chong Xuzi sent his thoughts to Sect Leader Zhu, genuinely impressed.
Sect Leader Zhu didn't reply. Chong Xuzi continued to send his thoughts: "What, did that kid hit the nail on the head? Do you feel you've wronged him? What he said was the truth. Their different status and the difference between a sect and the Sacred Court make it so. He has that much insight—you should be glad."
Sect Leader Zhu sent back, "What insight? That's nothing but a one-sided view. With me here, would I let him lose his life? He's a fool, that's all!"
The Third Holy Son let out a long howl. "No matter how silver-tongued you are, if I get the chance to kill you, I won't hold