In an instant, everyone thought of Jiang Shan, who had died beside Crescent Spring, Chen Xiaoyu, who was seriously wounded, and the disciples of the three great sects who had perished.
Just as Jiang Wenzheng had said, how could they let the demons spin lies and turn black into white?
Wuyue let out a soft sigh, imagining the still-youthful face before her, and the Yin-Yang Sect cultivators whose resentment soared to the heavens.
Unable to hold back a laugh, she said, "Why bother reasoning with them?"
She had already made up her mind. Since Wang Xian had returned to Phoenix City and met his master, Old Daoist, and since the Four Great Sects had resolved not to let him go—
At worst, when Wang Xian could no longer defeat them, she would take him and run!
After all, only after Wang Xian left Phoenix City would she have any hope of restoring her physical body.
She truly did not know how long she had been waiting for this day. She was already getting anxious... Especially after seeing Wang Xian advance by leaps and bounds, she had finally glimpsed hope.
Wang Xian was taken aback, then smiled. "It's fine. We'll reason with them first, then settle it with our fists!"
Withdrawing her gaze, Wuyue smiled. "If you won't let them enter the grand formation you set up, how will you let them see your fists?"
Wang Xian let out an undisguised scoff. Looking toward the edge of the grand formation, he saw Jiang Yun'er pacing anxiously in circles, along with several elders eager to try their hand and thinking about how to break through the formation.
He laughed.
Waving his hand, he said calmly, "No rush. If I'm not mistaken, Jiang Yun'er has already told the other three... We'll wait until