Proficiency Maxed Out, Grinding to a Mortal Sword Immortal

"This is a bit tricky. They'd definitely rather fight on their own turf." Black Stone Cult Master's eyes filled with concern.

He gritted his teeth lightly. "All right, I'll take care of it."

If not for this, Glazed Palace might have lasted a long time yet, and Black Stone Divine Cult would have continued to tolerate these little provocations. They wouldn't have resorted to further violence, since it wouldn't have accomplished much.

They'd already gotten what they wanted, so they'd be even more cautious when dealing with Glazed Palace. They might wait ten or a hundred years before making a move like this. Otherwise, people above them would be watching, and eyes from all around would remain fixed on him.

Before, they'd been caught off guard, so they'd put up with it. But now that they were prepared, if the others kept acting this way, they'd have to step in.

The problem now was that, with Super Immortal Sect backing them, Glazed Palace had become even more brazen.

With someone behind them, and Black Stone Cult Master retreating like this, if they didn't keep nibbling away at their interests now, they might not get much out of it later.

After all, the three major forces had joined together. If they didn't secure enough benefits, their alliance might soon fall apart.

They understood that they still needed to keep encroaching on Black Stone Divine Cult's interests and resources.

As for whether Black Stone Cult Master would fight them head-on, they didn't care.

If he really did, they might even clap their hands in delight.

A Ninth Realm expert stood behind Black Stone Cult Master. They didn't know what force he belonged to, but it certainly wasn't one from the Eastern Territory. With an expert from a Super Immortal Sect standing behind