The highest cultivation among the group on this expedition was the Fusion Realm. Those old monsters of the Mahayana Realm would not take part in operations like this; these sect ancestors usually only acted when the sect's survival was at stake.
After all, the younger generation had to be tempered and given a chance to grow. But opportunities were often accompanied by risks.
Everyone agreed, then mounted their flying treasures and departed.
Tang Yu's team consisted of the Joyous Union Sect and two other northern sects.
The group rode an immortal-looking island straight toward their destination.
This extravagantly luxurious ancient flying treasure was something Tang Yu had previously plundered from the Zhang and Zhao families.
Tang Yu had taken seventy percent of the two great families' accumulated wealth.
The remaining thirty percent was naturally on those few ancestors.
No matter how audacious Tang Yu was, he could not exactly rob several Mahayana Realm cultivators too.
Thus, Tang Yu was truly swimming in wealth right now. There were even several hundred storage rings sitting inside his own storage ring, which he planned to bring back for Nangong Ying to open like blind boxes. That girl loved doing that most.
Liu Yanlan flew to the highest point of the island and stood beside Tang Yu. After quietly forming a hand seal and casting a restriction to prevent anyone from overhearing them, she smiled and said, "I suddenly remembered something."
"What is it?"
"You specifically called everyone together this time to join forces and wipe out the Fist Sect. There's more than a little personal grudge involved, isn't there?"
Only then did Liu Yanlan realize that if Fang Meiyun rose to power—
Who would suffer the most, other than Tang Yu?
Given Fang Meiyun's hatred for him, even catching Tang Yu, slicing him