A soul oath was the most solemn vow in the Cultivation World. If the oath-taker broke it, the heavens and earth would destroy their soul, so few people ever swore one. Mo Yu had sworn an oath, showing that he harbored absolutely no ill will toward Ling Tian. Seeing this, Xing Zhan finally trusted them completely. He then took Mo Lei with him and headed for Lingxiao Star.
"Alas, I'm afraid another storm of blood and violence is about to sweep through the Cultivation World." Xing Yang let out a soft sigh and gave a bitter smile. "Ling Tian and the others really did give Immortal Spirit Palace an excuse by destroying Immortal Spirit Star. On top of that, using Death Nether Qi and poison among the crowd offended quite a few sects in the Cultivation World."
"Hmph, they're just a bunch of fence-sitters. There's no need to take them too seriously." Mo Yan snorted, unconcerned with the minor sects of the Cultivation World. He looked at Mo Yu. "Big brother, do you think Brother Ling Tian and the others will come to the Devil Race? This is our home turf, after all. They'd be much safer here."
"From Lei'er and that kid Xing Zhan's descriptions, our Brother Ling Tian is a stubborn one. I don't think he'll come to the Devil Race." Mo Yu shook his head, then seemed to recall something. His expression grew grave. "Besides, I wouldn't advise him to come here. That would be a last resort."
"Why?" another Mo Family cultivator asked, perplexed.
"Our Mo Family has only this many Heavenly Immortal cultivators. Even if we asked Grandpa to send reinforcements, he couldn't spare many." Mo Yu spoke. When he saw everyone nod, he gave a bitter smile. "We can hold off several hundred of