"Even that old monster knows how to kick someone when they're down?" A Uniting Dao cultivator looked utterly stunned. Though Ba Qiu had always acted with reckless abandon, doing only as he pleased, his strength was formidable enough that he had always held himself in high regard and had never done anything people could criticize.
Take three thousand years ago, when he charged into Sacred Dragon City. He had not picked any opportune moment either. He wanted to go, so he went.
"After all, it's the Moon Wheel. No matter how cautious he is, it wouldn't be excessive," another Uniting Dao cultivator said.
"What do we do now?"
"What else can we do? Are we supposed to stop him?" If every Uniting Dao cultivator gathered around the wonder could unite in absolute sincerity, they might not be without hope of stopping him. There were many Uniting Dao cultivators here this time, and every one of them was quite strong. There were no fewer than a dozen powerhouses like Kun Li.
But against someone like Ba Qiu, who would dare meet his edge head-on? There was simply no way they could join forces as one.
"Brother Kun Li, do you have any way to persuade him?" One Uniting Dao cultivator asked impatiently. Clearly, one of the juniors who had entered this time was of utmost importance to him, and he was unwilling to watch them die innocently.
Kun Li said nothing. At this moment, he was sending a message.
In a place like this, without a Uniting Dao City to relay through, there was only one person he could contact: Qin Feng, the Battle Arena Master. Even then, he had to rely on his exclusive Battle Token.
He had no way to stop that old monster himself. But considering Qin Feng