A Desperate Struggle (Part 1)

Mu Tianhong's feelings were deeply conflicted.

It was a good thing that the reinforcements were powerful, but the matter of settling the bill for every enemy they killed also plagued him.

On the battlefield of the immortal realm, all kinds of treasures were still emerging one after another and displaying their effects. It was just that their ownership was quietly changing hands.

One moment, a treasure might still be in the hands of a Righteous Qi Sect cultivator; the next, those shameless people might demand it over, prettily claiming, "We'll help you use it."

It felt like the stock market. Stock prices might soar alongside a surge in trading volume, but damn it, the shares no longer belonged to you.

It gave Mu Tianhong the sickening feeling of having swallowed a fly.

Yet there was nothing he could do about it.

Who told him he had agreed to this?

Who told them the situation was so unfavorable now?

Then Mu Tianhong realized that the most fatal problem was this: as magical treasures and divine artifacts constantly changed hands, those people were growing stronger as well. Thus, the Righteous Qi Sect became even more dependent on them and had to pay even more—damn it, if this went on, whether the Righteous Qi Sect's disciples could return was one question, but the sect's entire fortune was about to be hauled away by them!

Mu Tianhong felt that this could not continue. He had to think of a way to end this quickly.

With that thought, he steeled his heart and brought down his palm. Righteous Cloud Hall erupted with ten thousand rays of light.

This treasured heirloom of the Righteous Qi Sect, a Great Dao divine weapon, finally began to display its full power. Countless streams of righteous qi surged forth, blotting