Hatred

Gu Yuan looked at him and fell silent for a moment.

Then he asked, "So what do you want?"

The middle-aged Daoist said, "Elder Gu took your opportunity. All we want is Chu Ming's life."

As he spoke, he raised a hand and swept it through the air.

The six people behind him stepped forward at the same time.

Seven terrifying fluctuations of fire laws instantly spread out, weaving together in the void into a vast sea of flames.

The sea of fire was dark gold, churning and blazing, staining the surrounding thousand zhang of space crimson.

Within the fire sea, countless flame runes could vaguely be seen dancing.

Every time those runes flickered, fresh flames surged forth from them and joined the sea of fire.

The temperature of the fire sea was astonishingly high—so high that the surrounding void twisted violently.

Within that distorted space, countless tiny spatial rifts appeared and vanished without cease, like innumerable blinking eyes.

Gu Yuan looked at the sea of fire, and satisfaction flashed through his eyes.

But he did not show it on his face.

He merely said flatly, "Are you confident?"

The middle-aged Daoist nodded.

"Chu Ming may be strong, but with the seven of us joining forces, we can hold him back. Once Elder Gu makes his move, he will undoubtedly die."

When he said "undoubtedly die," his voice brimmed with confidence.

Gu Yuan looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

"Good."

Only one word.

Yet that single word made the hatred in the middle-aged Daoist's eyes deepen.

The six people behind him likewise flashed with excitement.

It was the exhilaration of revenge.

Gu Yuan turned and looked at Elder Mo.

Elder Mo still stood there, his back hunched and his expression calm.

Those eyes, with