Golden Cicada's Question

"Looks like I won't be able to fake my death."

Hanyu spoke from the Sea of Consciousness. With the tide of events carrying him forward, he would inevitably have to show himself before the Heavenly Dao Sect again.

There was no escaping it.

The last time the Heavenly Dao Sect had harbored ill intentions toward him. Who knew whether they would target him again later?

"Could you really bring yourself to help Yanluo Hall?"

The Artifact Spirit curled its lip. Back then, Yanluo Hall's cultivators had been the ones he'd killed with the most enthusiasm.

It wasn't a question of whether Hanyu could do it. Even if he helped them, there was no telling whether they'd appreciate it. They might even gang up on him from both sides.

That would be quite a show.

That was what the Central Continent's experts were worried about, too. They were already surviving in the cracks between two powers; the last thing they needed was to get caught between them and attacked from both sides.

"No. Unless everyone in Yanluo Hall is an idiot."

Quan Xiaotong shook his head with absolute certainty. If that were the case, then Yanluo Hall would be beyond saving. With brains like that, how could they keep playing against the Heavenly Dao Sect?

Could the people of the Central Continent get past their misgivings and respond rationally?

Did the Central Continent have the ability to get involved this time?

"Of course it does."

Soul Chaser sounded utterly certain. He really had come on Mo Xiuwen's behalf.

"He needs a thousand Peeping God Realm cultivators!"

"Suicide soldiers!"

His words were especially cold, as if he hadn't even considered whether those thousand cultivators would live or die—or perhaps they were destined to die.

When had Mo Xiuwen become so ruthless?

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