Old Ancestor Xuanming frowned.
"What about me?"
Emperor Jiang Wu looked at him.
"You take the front."
"Use your Dark Nether origin source to suppress her Command Token."
Old Ancestor Xuanming cursed.
"The front again?"
"You make me stand at the very front every time."
Emperor Jiang Wu's expression remained unchanged.
"You can take the most punishment."
"Bullshit."
Old Ancestor Xuanming wanted to curse some more, but after glancing at the Court Guardian Pavilion Master, he swallowed his words.
"Fine."
"I'll hold the front."
"But don't actually use me as a shield. If I get smashed to pieces, who'll prop things up for you afterward?"
Zhao Tu muttered under his breath.
"Senior Xuanming, that doesn't sound very auspicious."
"Shut up!"
Zhao Tu immediately lowered his head.
Zhou Xuan turned to look at Zhao Tu.
Zhao Tu sat propped against the Stone Platform, his robes soaked with blood and his face pale.
He could have stayed out of the cave.
There had been even less need for him to charge out of the shadows and take Old Ancestor Cangwu's sword strike head-on for Zhou Xuan.
But Zhao Tu had come anyway.
Zhou Xuan paused for a moment.
"Sect Master Zhao, you don't need to act in what comes next."
"Take the Wind-Thunder Origin Source and withdraw first."
Zhao Tu raised his head.
"Withdraw?"
"I've already taken a sword strike. If I withdraw now, won't I have taken it for nothing?"
"Besides, my people from Extreme Firmament are guarding the cave entrance. If someone sneaks in from outside, someone has to hold them off."
Zhou Xuan looked at him.
Zhao Tu grinned, tugging at his wound, and sucked in a breath from the pain.
"Don't look at me like that."
"You saved this life of mine."
"You make your gamble. I'm betting