Hearing Meng Jingxian say this, everyone present froze. He said Xuan Ku had slaughtered a native power in an Immortal Domain.
If the Heavenly Emperor had done such a thing, no one would have doubted it. But this was Xuan Ku, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. Had he not feared falling into demonic ways?
In any case, once they had obtained their chance, they would be able to leave sooner or later. Why was Xuan Ku in such a hurry to descend?
Li Boyang's expression, however, had darkened.
He had no idea why Xuan Ku had descended, but it was clearly bad news for him.
Buddhists and Daoists had never been compatible. Shaolin Temple and the Zaohua Taoist School had been mortal enemies for thousands of years. Now that Xuan Ku had descended first, Shaolin Temple's power was bound to surge. And what did the Zaohua Taoist School have to counter it?
Li Boyang hadn't worried about the old Xuan Ku. The Zaohua Taoist School had enough hidden trump cards and preparations to hold off an ordinary Divine Bridge expert.
But Li Boyang knew how much everyone had gained in these Immortal Domain fragments. Even if Xuan Ku had descended before them, his strength would have soared by leaps and bounds.
That meant Xuan Ku could crush the Zaohua Taoist School with his own power. By the time Li Boyang descended, who knew what would be left of it?
The thought made his expression darken further.
"Since Xuan Ku has already descended, let's get moving. There's no time to waste."
The others were no fools. They could easily guess what Li Boyang was thinking.
But they didn't say it aloud. They merely nodded and prepared to break through the barrier.
They would all have to descend sooner or later. Xuan