Proficiency Maxed Out, I Ground My Way into Becoming the Sword Immortal of the Mortal World - Part 638

Black Stone Cult Master's expression froze.

He said nothing more.

It seemed he already knew what Yun Shu intended to do.

Both of them were greedy people, and their plans for this matter were unlikely to differ much.

Since you're here, then you're not leaving.

"Then it looks like we'll have to fight." Though he was only facing an avatar projection, the pressure still bore down so heavily that Black Stone Cult Master could barely lift his head, let alone muster even a hint of resistance.

And then there was the name behind it.

An Immortal Venerable.

Among the Eastern Territory's Immortal Venerable-level powerhouses, you could count them on both hands.

Every one of them had once shaken Yunzhou.

Such beings stood at the pinnacle of heaven and earth, and at the summit of the Human Race.

Yun Shu gently waved out a surge of power, brushing away the aura surrounding Black Stone Cult Master. The pressure at his side eased at once.

After casting Yun Shu a grateful glance, Black Stone Cult Master turned to the people before him, his expression grave.

Three great cults, with Myriad Phenomena Mansion backing them.

Even if he hadn't made an enemy of the entire world, he had come close.

But he didn't care.

Since he had done it, he was ready to bear the consequences.

At worst, he could abandon his base of operations and run. He had a contingency plan, of course, though that was a last resort.

Even the wiliest hare had three burrows. It was no joke.

Yun Shu had no intention of continuing to parley with them. The more he said, the more he might slip up. Besides, now that they were enemies, there was no need to learn what kind of people they were. Whatever their attitude