The air in the Secret Chamber was stifling enough to choke on.
Zhao Ji stared fixedly at the indistinct azure apparition in midair, his mind buzzing.
Destroy those people's vow power and turn it into the power of resentment!
Those words echoed again and again in Zhao Ji's ears, making his scalp prickle.
He instinctively backed away two steps, his back slamming into the cold stone wall.
Turn the vow power of several million mortals into resentment?
What did that mean?
It meant plunging Jade Dragon City's millions into despair more terrifying than the devil tide. It meant turning this newly established pure land into a living hell with his own hands!
Zhao Ji was not afraid to kill.
Over his thousand-plus years of life, countless cultivators and Mortals had died at his hands.
But he was afraid of losing his bargaining chips.
He had sided with Central Province to seek immortality, to secure an exalted position in its Immortal Alliance.
His original calculations had been meticulous.
This vow power network Zhou Xuan had created was a fine thing.
If he could secretly cooperate with Central Province, kill Zhou Xuan, and package this entire vow power system together with the cultivators and Mortals of both regions as an offering to Central Province, he would have rendered an immense service.
If he defected with several million Mortals capable of generating vow power, he, Zhao Ji, would become an honored guest of Central Province's Immortal Alliance.
Yet now, the Central Province Envoy actually wanted him to destroy all those Mortals!
Once the Mortals were all dead and their vow power had become Hatred, what would he have left?
A commander without a single soldier?
A useless fool who could do nothing but destroy?
Why would the Immortal Alliance of Central Province grant