No one had expected the boy, who was no better than an ant, to say something like that... He was forcing the leaders and sect masters of the Four Great Sects to make a move.
It was utterly insane.
In the distance, Mòyù watched the boy's brilliant smile and felt something strange.
It was as if endless yellow sand were rushing toward him, yet the boy, surrounded by thousands, seemed relieved, with an air that dismissed every hero beneath the heavens.
At the thought, she suddenly turned to Murong Yu and asked, "Could it be that someone's backing this guy?"
She couldn't believe it was because of Wang Xian's strength alone.
A down-and-out man who'd been expelled from his sect—how dare he say something like that to her?
Murong Yu thought for a moment, then shook her head. "You're overthinking it. He's a congenital spirit body who can't even be considered a man. To put it bluntly, he's practically half a cripple now."
After hearing Wang Xian speak, Dongfang Mingyue's mind went blank for an instant.
He'd ignored her outright, and with her, Jiang Yun'er, Liu Chenyu, and Nalan Liuli.
She, too, felt that this was madness. The hateful man before her had gone insane—he actually wanted to challenge her master directly?
Just then, Liu Chenyu rushed over and took her hand.
She gave a light cough and said, "Don't worry. He won't get away today! Master said there's no road ahead!"
Dongfang Mingyue felt a little better at that. She didn't want to waste her time arguing with a demon who was as good as dead.
What was right or wrong? What was cause and effect?
Those vague, elusive things couldn't bind her today. She wanted only one thing: to cut off the demon's head!
But she'd forgotten one