If Holy Mother of Fire Spirit did not die, Guang Chengzi's three visits to Biyou Palace would not carry enough weight, and Duobao might not actively urge Tongtian on.
Many times, a single word from a Direct Disciple carried far more weight than the lives of dozens of Outer Sect Disciples.
As for those disciples who had left the mountain on their own, losing a few of them was, to the Jie Sect as a whole, no more than a scratch to the skin and fur.
A warning had already been given in advance. They themselves had failed to hold steady, so Tongtian could not be blamed too harshly either.
Therefore, the situation needed another handful of firewood thrown onto it.
After hearing Yun Biao's words, Zhao Gongming let out a soft laugh, carrying a trace of heroic spirit.
"What do I have to fear?"
He looked straight at Yun Biao, fighting spirit faintly stirring in his eyes, and raised his hand with a slight flick, as if magic power were flowing.
"If you want to make a move, you may try now."
"The time has not yet come." Yun Biao's Escape Light suddenly appeared, leaving behind a single sentence.
"I will wait for you in the Nine Provinces."
Zhao Gongming stood where he was, watching the Escape Light vanish into the distance.
This time, he did not bring any disciples with him, but went alone to Hangu Pass.
On the way, he even conveniently took a Black Tiger as his mount.
By the time Zhao Gongming reached Hangu Pass, the battle had changed again.
Outside the pass, among the Ten Jue Formation, two more formations had been broken.
On the Chan Sect side, they had borrowed the Wind-Fixing Pearl, which had an extremely strong restraining effect against the Wind