Trump Card

Hearing Typhoeus mention Ju Mang, Rayleigh Eugene realized that Ju Mang had not made a move from beginning to end.

If Ju Mang had acted just now, with two Sovereign-grade items in his possession, he would have already gone on a killing spree.

Rayleigh Eugene looked around and called out, "Where's Ju Mang? Where is Ju Mang?"

Because of the contract, the Saints participating in the operation could not discuss tactics afterward. All arrangements had been decided during the meeting.

According to the original plan, Ju Mang should have been slaughtering everyone by now.

The other Saints looked around as well, searching for Ju Mang. The battle had been utter chaos just now, with gods and immortals fighting; everyone had been too busy looking after themselves to pay attention to him.

Only now did they realize that Ju Mang had never shown up at all.

Rayleigh Eugene glanced at Demon Ancestor Typhoeus and muttered:

"Don't tell me he got cold feet."

The peak Saints immediately understood what he meant. The ordinary Saints took an extra second to process the Profit Faction Merchant's meaning.

Typhoeus had explicitly challenged Ju Mang to a fight to the death. Knowing full well that Ju Mang possessed Sovereign-grade items yet still acting so arrogantly meant that he had come prepared.

Ju Mang was, at his core, only a peak level-six Beast King. His raw strength was no greater than anyone present, and eighty percent of his brilliant record depended on the Sovereign-grade items Yuanshi Tianzun had left behind.

So, after sensing Typhoeus's confidence, he had lost his nerve.

Or perhaps he had realized that he would become the focal point of this Saint battle and backed down in advance, never coming to the harbor at all.

Either possibility was fatal to the orderly camp.

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