His sense of crisis kept growing. Lu Buzheng knew he probably couldn't bluff Old Mo anymore. The man wasn't stupid.
He had no choice but to shamelessly bluff his way through.
The crisis was coming from that direction.
Lu Buzheng abruptly stared toward Old Mo, and at the same time, Big Sister looked over as well. Mad Dean did too.
Old Mo appeared, staring at Lu Buzheng with a vicious grin. "Lu San, you didn't think I was still alive, did you?"
Lu Buzheng's eyelid twitched. Sure enough, it was him. That old bastard had really survived until now. He swallowed, then raised his hand and cheered, "Mo Shang, little brother, you really are alive! That's wonderful! To have survived from the Heavenly Sect Era until now, you must absolutely have the strength of the Seven Gods Heaven. Leave those True God Guard captains to you—the one in black, and the giant bug."
Zhong Gui raised his head and pointed at himself. "Me?"
He turned to look at Old Mo. "Comparable to the Seven Gods Heaven? Then that's troublesome. The few of us can't do it."
Old Mo sneered. "Still as shameless as ever. Is that useful?"
Lu Buzheng was helpless. He didn't know whether it would work either. He was betting that the Eternal Clan would attack Old Mo first, and that Old Mo wouldn't dare openly help the Eternal Clan. At the very least, he hoped to create a three-way battle instead of having Old Mo deal with him alone.
But both Lu Buzheng and Old Mo had overlooked one thing: the Eternal Clan was very clever. That was why they had been able to destroy one continent after another in Primeval Space. They relied on more than absolute strength. During the Heavenly Sect Era, the Eternal Clan