The Blood Sun's Lament
"Eldest Senior Brother." Lin Qizhen's face filled with shock when he saw the fiendish Blood Sun Holy Son, and he said softly, "Eldest Senior Brother, while the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
The meaning went without saying: avoid the Blood Sun Holy Son's edge for now. After all, the Blood Sun Holy Son was ranked 236 places higher than Senior Brother on the Spirit Transformation Prodigy Ranking.
And not only that, but the seven Spirit Transformation cultivators of the Blood Sun Sect behind the Blood Sun Holy Son were also extremely powerful. Right now, Liuyang Sect stood alone and weak; they were simply no match for this group from the Blood Sun Sect.
The Blood Sun Sect and Xuyang Sect were mortal enemies. This was something every Spirit Transformation prodigy from the sects present knew. Out in the outside world, if cultivators from these two sects met, it would be a narrow-road encounter where the brave prevailed, a fight to the death with only one ending.
And since Liuyang Sect was a subordinate sect of Xuyang Sect, the Blood Sun Sect would naturally be eager to kill them on sight.
So all the Spirit Transformation cultivators from the other sects present looked toward Wu Tao and the Blood Sun Holy Son. They wanted to see whether the Liuyang Sect side would immediately withdraw from this place to fight for a path to survival.
If they were still thinking about coveting the Spirit-Warming Dao Lotus, then they truly knew how to weigh gain and loss.
"Fellow daoist Blood Sun, the Spirit-Warming Dao Lotus has yet to mature. Does fellow daoist Blood Sun intend to act now and slaughter these two from Liuyang Sect?" Just then, the Spirit Transformation cultivator from Cloud Sword