"Four suspected Ten Fiends precious techniques?" Jun Dao and Ancient Saint Son immediately changed expression, shocked out of their previous calm.
"Before killing Huang, shall we go meet this Xuantian? If we can seize the precious techniques and each make a copy, would their masters dare hold our three lineages accountable?" Jun Dao made no attempt to conceal his greed.
"He cannot be underestimated. He is an unparalleled prodigy who has cultivated three strands of immortal energy. Still, fortune is found amid danger. Perhaps we can contact a few more people." Ancient Saint Son nodded in agreement, his face burning with excitement.
Even if they could only gather a few scattered moves from Ten Fiends precious techniques, it would still be a tremendous opportunity, a great Creation. Offering them to their sects could further elevate their standing.
"So what if he has cultivated three strands of immortal energy? We have each cultivated one strand. If we join forces, even someone with three strands will meet a bitter end.
Have your people keep watch on Xuan Ling's whereabouts. We'll take him out in one thunderous strike." The ancient freak from Heavenly Kingdom looked at Jun Dao.
Jun Dao smiled faintly. "We can leave now. Our disciples have been watching the two of them all along, afraid they might suddenly meet up. This saves us the trouble.
The three of us have each cultivated one strand of immortal energy. Together, we can roam unhindered through the Immortal Ancient Era. Let Xuantian be our sacrifice, and announce our alliance to the world."
"Go."
The three acted with Thunderous Force, Swift as the Wind, leaving the hall in obvious impatience.
As Xuantian traveled through a certain region of the Immortal Ancient Era, the Void behind him silently split apart. A pitch-black short sword