A mad roar rang out. Beneath the vast curtain of darkness looming before them, there was no sign of Du Fenghu's figure. Only a flash of shadow appeared, and a terrifying demon seemed to pounce on Xiang Sicheng.
Lu Xiaotian was surprised. Du Fenghu was a mysterious man, to be sure, but anyone who had survived this long had a trick or two up his sleeve. In the end, the fact that Du Fenghu had chosen to stand on the same side as him was cause for celebration.
Xiang Sicheng had already found it extremely difficult to withstand Lu Xiaotian's Illusory Rainfall Sword Art. He had never imagined that Du Fenghu, who had treated Lu Xiaotian like a stranger throughout their journey, would now choose to join forces with him. According to his intelligence, Lu Xiaotian was the black-clad man from the Zhenwei Marquis's residence.
Lu Xiaotian had even grievously wounded Du Fenghu and destroyed the Purple-Winged Skeleton Hammer that had made him famous. For a Golden Core cultivator, that should have been an irreconcilable blood feud. Especially given the situation before them, the advantage on each side could not have been clearer. Xiang Sicheng's men had arrived, and he held an overwhelming advantage.
But for all Xiang Sicheng's calculations, he had failed to account for how fickle people could be. In the face of absolute gain, even a blood feud could be turned into friendship.
Xiang Sicheng had been born into the royal family of Xiang and had been shrewd from a young age. Though outwardly modest, his pride far exceeded that of ordinary people. He thought that, despite the unexpected turn of events, everything remained under his control.
But the human heart could never be controlled completely.
A shadow slammed into one side of the light curtain formed