Old Woman scoffed.
"Your chest was pierced by longevity sword intent, and you still dare open your mouth. You certainly cling hard to life."
Zhao Tu said nothing more, but tightened his grip.
Old Ancestor Cangwu finally released the sword's hilt.
The longsword remained in Zhao Tu's hand.
Zhao Tu swayed, then retreated to Zhou Xuan's side with the sword.
Old Ancestor Xuanming watched, his expression growing uglier by the moment.
"Cangwu, you owe me an explanation."
Old Ancestor Cangwu raised his hand, dispersing the laws gathered in his palm.
"Zhou Xuan asked me to strike that blow."
Old Ancestor Xuanming froze.
The Alliance Leader also turned to Zhou Xuan.
After a moment of silence, Emperor Jiang Wu withdrew his palm strike.
"So that was it."
Old Ancestor Xuanming still could not make sense of it.
"What do you mean, 'that was it'?"
"What exactly are you all playing at?"
"When did Zhao Tu tag along? When did Cangwu find out? Were you taking me for a fool?"
Zhao Tu grinned, pulling at the wound in his chest, and sucked in a breath of pain.
"Senior Xuanming, don't blame Brother Zhou for this."
"I agreed to it myself."
Old Ancestor Xuanming's face darkened.
"You agreed to it yourself?"
"You risked your life to take a sword for him. What did you stand to gain?"
Zhao Tu lowered his head to look at the bloody hole in his chest.
"Brother Zhou promised me that once this act was over, the Supreme Force Immortal Vein would have priority for the next century quota."
"The wound looks bad, but it won't kill me."
"It was worth the trade."
Old Ancestor Xuanming opened his mouth, but could not force out a curse for a long while.
For priority on a single century quota, the