After recalling who Ji Fanglong was, Chu Zheng's first reaction was that enemies truly met on a narrow road.
But he quickly realized there was a deeper implication.
The Phantom Spirit Sect was also taking advantage of the chaos to plunder.
"What do we do?"
Blood light suddenly flashed in the air. Within just a few breaths, a rogue cultivator was torn apart and sent to the Yellow Springs.
Fu Quanliang quickly came back to his senses. The Phantom Spirit Sect's actions had somewhat exceeded his expectations, but he was not particularly surprised.
What great Immortal Sect was truly kind? To preserve an inheritance spanning ten thousand years, one needed to be fiercer than the ruthless and more vicious than the vicious.
In peacetime, when no war broke out between the great Immortal Sects, the circumstances of these smaller sects and rogue cultivators were still passable. But once war began, falling into their present plight was nothing strange. Perhaps the Phantom Spirit Sect had long known about Nightlight Pavilion, merely fishing in troubled waters all along and carrying out the same business as Nightlight Pavilion.
With a great war imminent, both the Phantom Spirit Sect and Nightlight Pavilion needed greater reserves to support themselves. Cultivation resources and combat power were the top priorities.
True Person Nan Feng's journey to Phantom Spirit City had clearly failed to achieve the desired result.
The Holy Land had not intervened either. Instead, it had forced the two sects to fight their decisive battle as soon as possible. It might have known of this matter as well, simply turning a blind eye.
"Of course, we send them to their deaths."
Chu Zheng summoned the Heavenly Dipper Sword from his dantian. His body slowly faded into the void as Primordial Qi surged around him, activating the