"Zhang Che and I," one cultivator called out.
Wu Fazhu gave a cold snort. "What a sly fox. I've really seen it all now." By the end, he was gritting his teeth.
"What do you mean, Fellow Daoist Wu?" the Middle-aged Taoist Nun asked, narrowing her eyes.
Wu Fazhu said coldly, "You still don't understand? We've all been played by that brat. I was wondering why we'd come so far without encountering any strange beasts. Turns out, after that first wave we killed, we'd already passed the toughest checkpoint. No wonder that brat had been holding out, demanding a reward at just that moment. He'd planned his escape from the start. Think about it: before, when we went out to fight, we never went more than ten li. Now that brat points us dozens of li away. It wasn't because strange beasts were closing in. He was preparing to run, deliberately sending us farther away."
Wu Fazhu's analysis set the whole crowd ablaze. Shouts and curses rang out without end.
Not one of these people considered that without Xu Yi's guidance, their journey through Purple Luo Gorge would never have gone so smoothly. Once the terrifying high-tier beast tide gathered, it might not have reached the same horrifying numbers as a low-tier beast tide, but the outcome would surely have been far more tragic.
With Xu Yi guiding them, they had safely made it through every peril and hardship. He had skimmed a little off the top, but it amounted to less than thirty percent of what everyone had gained.
Now, not one of them remembered Xu Yi's kindness. They thought only of his deceit—and, more than anything, they coveted the hundred-odd blue-grade beast cores he had taken.
Before the shouts had even died down, three Fifth Realm cultivators hurriedly