The Despair of the Divine Court
Hearing Bi Fan's words, everyone drew in a sharp breath.
This plan was truly ruthless.
Putting themselves in the enemy's shoes, if they were suddenly hit with something like that, the consequences...
At that moment, everyone was immensely grateful that Bi Fan was on their side.
"Good, good. We'll do as Xiaofan says."
Seeing that Bi Fan still respected him as always, Yang Chongxiao's opinion of him rose even higher. He was more convinced than ever that his decision to accept Bi Fan on the sect master's behalf was the wisest decision he had ever made—without question.
Meanwhile, on one of the two planets, Yun Feiyang glared at the Star Spirit Race member before him, wishing he could cut him down with a single stroke. But all he could do was wish.
After all, the Star Spirit Race was no weaker than the Divine Court. And since he had borrowed someone else's blade, he naturally had to pay the appropriate price.
So, though it pained Yun Feiyang terribly, the Star Spirit Race member received the agreed-upon payment to his satisfaction.
"Xing Wuchen, are you certain that old Yang Chongxiao is as good as dead this time?"
After handing over the payment, Yun Feiyang asked, still uneasy.
At his question, Xing Wuchen of the Star Spirit Race's expression darkened. "Heh. Old Yang Chongxiao may be stronger than you, Yun Feiyang, but surely not by much. Tell me, if you were caught off guard by ten entire clans of Abyss Red-Crowned Snakes while also having to protect someone, would you survive? Besides, even I didn't expect the serpent king to appear this time!"
Yun Feiyang's expression turned grim at that, but in the end he said nothing.
He knew that in such a situation, his