"Trying to ambush the Hundred-Faced Devil Emperor?" Bian Heng's eyes went wide as he stared at Zhang Tie as if he were looking at a madman. "You just barely picked your life back up from his hands, and now you want to scheme against him? Are you sick of living? How could a Devil Emperor-level powerhouse be so easily ambushed? Do you know how many Divine Generals of the Devil Race died when the Hundred-Faced Devil Emperor ambushed the Talisman Emperor? Even if you've now comprehended the Great Dao Divine Fist, you are still one hundred percent no match for a Devil Emperor. A mere Wind Divine General wants to scheme against a Devil Emperor? I'd say you're seriously out of your mind..."
"I naturally can't do it alone!" Zhang Tie chuckled. "I have that much self-awareness. But if we pull in a few more people—say, if you lend a hand too, big brother—and plan it carefully, I think it might still be possible!"
"Don't count me in. I still want to live a few more years!" Bian Heng flicked his sleeve and headed outside as he spoke. "I'm telling you, if you want to kill a powerhouse of that level, then either find me two Divine Emperor-level experts of the same rank, or find seven or eight thousand Divine Generals who aren't afraid of death and form an unparalleled killing formation. Other than that, there is absolutely no third path..."
"Don't get worked up, big brother. I was just saying. After all, where there's a will, there's a way. Even if we can't ambush the Devil Emperor, we could still ambush one of the Primordial Spirit Generals under his command!"
"I'll help with what you asked me to do. I'll make people believe that your injuries haven't healed yet.