"Master, Master, don't get worked up!"
Grabbing hold of Sect Leader Tongtian as he tried to storm Zixiao Palace, Xuanming looked at him with an exasperated smile.
"Martial Uncle, Senior Sister and the others aren't ready yet."
"Besides..."
"If we want to storm Zixiao Palace, we need to make some preparations first. Otherwise, they could easily turn the tables on us!"
"Hmm?"
Sect Leader Tongtian stopped in his tracks. Thinking of the current situation in the Great Desolation World, he nodded thoughtfully.
"Indeed!"
"If we don't deal with the Two Saints of the West and my two elder brothers first, they'll surely side with Hong Jun when the time comes."
"Four against five, and one of them is halfway to the Heavenly Dao. Even if we can set up two Immortal-Slaying Sword Formations, our odds aren't great!"
"That's exactly what I mean!"
Xuanming clapped his hands in agreement. "So, Master, we need to find a way to deal with two of them first."
"Deal with two of them? Easier said than done!"
Sect Leader Tongtian shot Xuanming an exasperated look. "What do you think they are? Do you think you can just deal with them whenever you want?"
"They're Saints, as long-lived as heaven and earth!"
"As long as the Great Desolation World remains intact, Saints are immortal. Otherwise... do you think they would've let fellow Daoist go back then?"
"Exactly!"
Journey to the West Tongtian stepped forward and nodded grimly. "Back then, to keep me in check, they even came up with that Saint-Slaying Pill."
"Unfortunately..."
"Even Hong Jun, let alone the Heavenly Dao, couldn't completely destroy a Saint—unless he was willing to perish alongside me!"
"Is that so?"
Xuanming nodded. Far from looking surprised, he wore a confident smile.
"Master, you're getting hung up on appearances. Dealing with