Xu Yi was speechless. He had used the Sound Interception Technique to hear every word these people said. He had goaded them into discussing things precisely to gather information and look for their weak points.
He had known all along that, after turning things over and over in their minds, the only plan they would settle on was to attack.
What he hadn't expected was that these fellows would argue endlessly over the Soul-Summoning Banner they hadn't even gotten their hands on yet, looking as though they might start fighting among themselves first.
Xu Yi couldn't stand it any longer. If he kept waiting, who knew how long they'd go on.
At a thought, a Soul-Summoning Banner appeared in his left hand, and a message orb in his right. The moment he moved, the argument stopped dead, and every eye turned to him.
A middle-aged man dressed as a Hemp-clothed Daoist priest gave a respectful salute. "May I ask what you're doing, young friend?"
He was the leader of one of the two factions here.
Xu Yi said, "I've been watching you all. You look ill-intentioned. Could it be that you're plotting to harm me? I'm worried, so I've taken out a third-tier magical artifact to protect myself. Whoever has murderous designs on me, I'll fight to the death and make sure he doesn't get off lightly."
At these words, nearly everyone collapsed. What kind of situation was this? He could tell he was in danger just by looking at their faces? How could anyone be so vigilant?
Don't forget who you are! You're a Superior Officer of Tianyi Dao. You've slaughtered so many Soul Sensing experts. Where was your courage? Where was your confidence?
The whole group was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
They had schemed