"Ziyu Ghost Lord was wounded as well in the battle on the Qin Clan's territory, but according to Ancestor Xiang Huaxin, the injuries he suffered were far lighter than his own. Once Ziyu Ghost Lord showed himself again, the allied forces of the several immortal dynasties would no longer be able to resist him. An unprecedented calamity would sweep across every human in this realm."
"The only way to stop Ziyu Ghost Lord lies in the Eighteen Golden Men. United as one, they can stand against that fiend. I am at the end of my strength, and that is all I have to say. The Qin Clan members are waiting for you. Fellow Daoist Lu, Princess Yuxin, return at once!"
With that, every last spark of life faded from Daoist Golden Needle's face, already wreathed in black qi. His emaciated body remained seated where it was.
"Martial Uncle... sigh—" Lu Wushuang stared blankly at Daoist Golden Needle, who had passed away, and at last let out a sigh. She turned to Lu Xiaotian. "Little brother, what do you think?"
When the nest was overturned, how could any egg remain unbroken? Even Xiang Huaxin, a Spirit Transformation old monster, had been decapitated. If the Qin Clan hadn't been driven to the brink, they would never have sent Daoist Golden Needle all this way. Deep down, Lu Xiaotian did not want to face an enemy as terrifying as Ziyu Ghost Lord, but now that the moment had come, he would not take a single step back.
"Dongfang." Xiang Qingcheng and Luo Ping'er clasped Lu Xiaotian's hand at the same time.
"Where are we meeting them?" Lu Xiaotian asked Lu Wushuang.
"The Eighteen Golden Men are our last resort. We can't afford to lose them. The fighting has eased for now, and they're