Old Monster Mu and Lu Xiaotian also stood silently in separate corners. The killing intent emanating from these top Golden Core cultivators descended like a bleak, bitter winter, forming tiny whirlpools out of thin air that stirred the low-grade spirit herbs on the ground into rippling waves of desolation.
"Fellow Daoist Sun." Xiang Sicheng's gaze turned toward Sun Youcai.
"Th-this..."
Sun Youcai cursed furiously in his heart. Ahead was a Tenth Tier demon beast, something that could wipe him out countless times with the lift of a toe. One slip, and he would suffer the destruction of both body and soul. Yet Xiang Sicheng actually wanted him to scout the way ahead.
Lu Xiaotian watched his nose, his nose watched his heart. He pretended not to see Sun Youcai's pleading look for help. Since ancient times, the weak had been meat for the strong; the cruel world of cultivation was especially so.
Sun Youcai was the weakest and had no backer. It was perfectly normal for Xiang Sicheng to send him out as cannon fodder. Lu Xiaotian could not change anything, nor did he intend to.
Seeing that no one present was willing to help him, Sun Youcai sighed inwardly. His face ashen with despair, he turned and flew tremblingly toward where the Tenth Tier Demon Suanni was.
"Let's go." Xiang Sicheng and the others wore grave expressions, each having already taken out their Dan Essence artifacts. Though they could normally fly through the air, their legs now felt as if lead had been poured into them. It was not because they had overexpended their spiritual power, but because of the immense pressure brought by a Tenth Tier demon beast. Under ordinary circumstances, even if they were given several more sets of guts, they would not dare provoke one.
But