The Battle Begins
Ximen Jie and the others looked displeased. True Lord Tian Kui was telling the truth. They had already clashed with him after failing to recruit him, and the temptation of an Immortal Puppet was simply too great—it was comparable to a Houtian Immortal Artifact. It was hard for them not to covet it. Unfortunately, they had failed.
"Hmph, we knew you'd colluded with the Devil Race. Otherwise, why would we have attacked you? If the Devil Race hadn't helped you, you wouldn't have escaped," Ximen Ren said coldly.
True Lord Tian Kui looked disdainful. "Even now, you're still trying to smear me? You call yourselves the Righteous Path every day, yet it's you Pseudo Gentlemen who commit murder and evil!"
Shi Yue's expression was complicated. For the greater good, he had to side with Ximen Jie and the others, but personally, he also felt that the Five Great Immortal Clans had gone too far.
If Shi Yue hadn't been powerful, the Five Great Immortal Clans might well have attacked him too. In the end, strength was what mattered. Benevolence, righteousness, morality, and virtue all rested on the foundation of great strength. Without it, such principles could be picked up or cast aside at will.
"We were in the wrong, but you're still a member of the Human Race. How could you defect to the Devil Race? If you turn back from your misguided path, we can still spare you!" Ximen Jie said earnestly.
True Lord Tian Kui gave a cold laugh. "Do you take me for a three-year-old child? You expect me to believe that? Today, it's time to settle our scores. Enough talk. I'm not buying your act."
"You few think you can stop us? I'd like to see what you're capable of," Ximen Ren sneered,