Suppressing the Six Paths with My Own Body!

Golden Cicada had traveled a hundred li in just three steps. The battlefield's experts on both sides were now at the end of their strength, to say the least.

The battle had been truly brutal.

Yanluo Hall had lost two Hall Masters from the Upper Five Halls, while Heavenly Dao Sect had yet to lose any major fighters—but their entire plan had been ruined.

Only they knew whether it was a worthwhile trade.

They'd lost even the clothes on their backs!

Di Liuxin's heart was bleeding, especially with Golden Cicada having escaped.

He had no idea how he and Jiang Xinyuan were supposed to explain this when they returned.

Admittedly, Heaven's interference had played a part, but the problem had ultimately come down to the two of them.

It wasn't that they feared being blamed by the first two. Everyone in Four Poles Hall held the same status; what they feared was being called to account by that one person.

The one they called Teacher.

Jiang Xinyuan was just as troubled. He had never expected a plan that should have gone smoothly to the end to suffer one unexpected turn after another.

He would never have imagined things reaching this point.

If their entire operation failed this time, Heavenly Dao Sect would have wasted its efforts—and Yanluo Hall would laugh them out of the room.

So when Golden Cicada suddenly appeared on the battlefield, both men's spirits lifted.

Good. There was still time to salvage this.

Di Liuxin breathed a slight sigh of relief and thought to himself.

As long as Golden Cicada came back, Heavenly Dao Sect hadn't lost.

"Looks like you're the ones who lost."

Di Liuxin grinned broadly. At this point, he had thrown that nonsense about cultivating a heart as still as water to the dogs.