Zhao Tu spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.
“Old Hag, you'd better watch your mouth.”
"I'm wounded right now, and my temper isn't exactly good."
The Court Guardian Pavilion Master leaned on the Black Staff, ignoring Zhao Tu.
She stood in a corner of the cave, not a trace of her aura leaking out, yet the moment she appeared, all the wind and thunder talisman patterns inside dimmed.
Old Ancestor Xuanming's enormous palm remained suspended in midair.
He stared at Old Ancestor Cangwu, his expression grim.
"Cangwu, explain yourself."
"What was that sword strike supposed to mean?"
Old Ancestor Cangwu's sword was still embedded in Zhao Tu's chest.
Its sword intent had yet to dissipate.
All Old Ancestor Cangwu had to do was flick his wrist, and Zhao Tu's body would shatter into several pieces on the spot.
Emperor Jiang Wu held up his hand, the phantom of the State Shrine Seal wavering above his palm.
The Alliance Leader also held a spell gesture, purple-gold laws sealing off the space several yards around Old Ancestor Cangwu.
The four Longevity Realm cultivators should have been on the same side.
Now, however, three of them had surrounded Old Ancestor Cangwu.
Old Ancestor Cangwu did not withdraw his sword.
He looked at Zhou Xuan and spoke slowly.
"Young friend Zhou, we've taken this act this far."
"Now it's your turn to bring down the curtain."
Old Ancestor Xuanming froze.
"An act?"
Emperor Jiang Wu's movements also paused for a beat.
Only then did Zhou Xuan turn around.
He first examined the wound in Zhao Tu's chest, then looked at the sword in Old Ancestor Cangwu's hand.
"Senior Xuanming, don't be so quick to start hitting people."
"Senior Cangwu's strike wasn't aimed at me."
Old Ancestor Xuanming's anger had not subsided.
"The sword