The Cost Outweighed the Gain

Huang Xuanji said, "How could I make sport of you? The hidden mountain in the Imperial Tomb seems to be accessible only to you, and the matter of leaving this realm naturally concerns you alone. Besides, my life rests on your whim. Though I've lived nearly a hundred years, I still value my life. You may rest assured."

Xu Yi nodded. "You're a clever man. No need for me to waste my breath. Get on with it."

Just then, the Third Prince rushed into the hall. At a glance, he saw the Ninth Prince lying dead on the ground and nearly cried out in shock. The next moment, he spotted Huang Xuanji, War Son of Heaven, and the others. His breath caught, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Xu Yi had been able to enter the hall at his leisure and easily rescue Yuan Qinghua and the others thanks to Marquis Anqing and the Third Prince.

The two trusted Xu Yi almost blindly; otherwise, how could they have dared risk their lives and abandon their households to fight for him?

But even with all their trust, the Third Prince was still terrified to see War Son of Heaven, Huang Xuanji, and those other legendary Old Ancestors standing in Taiji Hall.

Even if Xu Yi were a god descended from heaven, he might not be able to withstand the combined assault of these old monsters.

His heart was already trembling so hard it felt like it would shatter into seven or eight pieces, when he suddenly caught sight of the empty Life-Death Gu bottles in Mu Shentong's hands. In the next instant, he realized what had happened, and joy nearly made him burst.

After all, he and Marquis Anqing had gathered those Life-Death Gu bottles for them.