The Western Underworld Lord said coldly, "It's not as sinister as you make it sound. The Emperor Lord hasn't handled affairs for years; who knows whether he's even on Qin Guang Star? Besides, before I left, I cleared out the residence and set up a concealment formation. Even if the sky falls here, not a whisper will leak out. Old Tong, a real man must never hesitate. Do you think the Lei fellow won't hold a grudge against you if you don't kill him? It's already come to this—come with me and finish him off!"
Tong Fengliu was torn by conflicting thoughts, his expression shifting between light and dark. Just then, the Ruyi Pearl in the Western Underworld Lord's pouch began to tremble. He was overjoyed. "My reinforcements are here! Old Tong, we've been friends for over a hundred years. I don't want our friendship to end like this."
Tong Fengliu's heart sank. He knew that if he refused to go along with the Western Underworld Lord, he would become a witness—and witnesses couldn't stay alive, unless they became accomplices.
Once he'd made up his mind, he steeled himself and clasped his fists toward Xu Yi. "Brother Lei, I have no choice. Rest assured, after you're gone, I, Tong, will make offerings to you at every seasonal festival."
As he spoke, he finally attacked Xu Yi. The Western Underworld Lord didn't hesitate either; waves of light surged from his palms one after another, blasting toward Xu Yi.
The Thunder Shield around Xu Yi was vanishing at a visible rate, while the restrictions unleashed by the secret chamber continued to bind him tightly.
Yet there wasn't the slightest trace of panic on Xu Yi's face. He said, "Brother Tong, if you die, blame Old Zhang. He's been maneuvering step by step,