Life Couldn't Share One Quilt, but Death Could Share One Grave

Life Couldn't Share One Quilt, but Death Could Share One Grave

He had spent a tremendous amount of effort and wealth refining this Natal Magic Treasure. He hadn't expected it to nearly be destroyed while he fought Zhou Zhenyu. Of course, this had a great deal to do with his severely depleted energy. If he had been at the height of his power, then even if he had been outmatched, his Natal Magic Treasure wouldn't have been damaged.

"Retreat!" the Purple-robed Elder shouted as he put away the Golden Round Wheel.

After saying this, he gave Zhou Zhenyu a meaningful look, put away the Golden Flying Knife, and transformed into a streak of purple light that flew into the distance.

Seeing this, the Core Formation Cultivators of the Poison Dragon Sect hurried after him, afraid that if they were even a moment too late, they would lose their lives.

Chen Xiangdong had originally wanted to leave with them, but Zhou Zhenyu's voice rang in his ear. "Chen Xiangdong, if you dare move, I'll kill you on the spot. Believe me, I mean what I say."

Chen Xiangdong's expression shifted back and forth, but in the end, he didn't move.

It wasn't because he was obedient. He knew very well that he was no match for Zhou Zhenyu. If Zhou Zhenyu wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as lifting a finger.

The pockmarked man and the other Poison Dragon Sect disciples put away their spirit tools and Gu worms, then followed their elders away.

The Taixu Sect disciples didn't stop them, allowing them to leave.

Seeing the Poison Dragon Sect members slink away in defeat, the Taixu Sect disciples wore various expressions.

"We won! We finally won! The Poison Dragon Sect has finally retreated!"

"Junior Brother Lin, wake