The High God Disciple's attack came far too suddenly.
Neither Bai Fu, who had been watching without looking away, nor the Fourth Apostle, who had once worked closely with him, nor any of the other attendants of the Apostle Holy City who knew him well had expected things to turn out this way.
Had he gone mad?
That was Bai Fu's first thought.
She didn't understand.
She had done plenty to sow discord, but nothing he'd done was enough to make the High God Disciple take such drastic action at this point in time.
Could Sen Lan's betrayal and the frontline troops falling into a trap have pushed him over the edge?
The Fourth Apostle and the others, meanwhile, quickly "figured it out."
Right.
The High God Disciple must have discovered their little schemes and decided to strike first!
But how dare he?
He was only one person, while there were more than a dozen of them—and the Fourth Apostle, an absolute powerhouse among powerhouses, was one of their number.
Where did the High God Disciple get the confidence to take on ten opponents at once and beat them all? Did he have accomplices?
The Fourth Apostle looked around in alarm.
But the more it looked, the more unbelievable it seemed.
Everywhere it looked, it saw only black and white branches growing wildly. There was no one in sight who could have come to help the High God Disciple.
"Stop looking. I'm alone!"
The High God Disciple saw right through the Fourth Apostle's thoughts.
The smile on his face grew more terrifying.
"But don't think that just because I'm alone, you'll survive. I've made ample preparations for this day. From the moment those branches pierced your bodies, your only fate was to become kindling that would help me become a