Sanxian Returns

"The last imperial clan? You mean the Shenluo Kingdom is already gone, is that it?"

Li Muyun, Grand Commander of Western Liang, spoke with open mockery. "So after all that, you're nothing but the remnant spawn of a fallen kingdom."

Master Tianyi's face turned cold, but he swiftly resumed his sneer. "Winning a few verbal skirmishes means nothing when it comes to resolving your current predicament. Let me tell you the truth: Brother Ba and I joined forces this time to wipe out your Central Plains martial world and divide this fertile land between us. When the time comes, Northern Di will take the northern lands and turn them into grassland pastures, while I shall use these ten thousand miles of southern rivers and mountains to reestablish my Shenluo Empire!"

"What lofty words!"

True Person Yanghe sneered. "Just you and your son? Two remnants of a fallen kingdom, yet you want to swallow the Central Plains and establish Shenluo? Hah—aren't you afraid you'll stuff yourselves until your bellies burst?"

"That need not concern people who are about to die," Master Tianyi said indifferently.

Then his gaze suddenly fell upon the dried painted skin Gu Qianjue had left on the ground in the distance. He gave a soft sound. "Gu Qianjue's painted-skin avatar was actually seen through by you? That Old Devil cherishes his life above all else and is exceedingly cautious. He would never abandon these painted skins lightly. It seems something interesting must have happened here just now that I do not know about?"

"Why pretend to be confused?"

Shen Mobai said coldly, "When Hero Zhang exposed that creature's avatar just now, weren't you, you skulking wretch, crouching in Master Cien's shadow beneath his feet?"

"No, no, no."

Master Tianyi slowly shook his head, utterly frank. "I arrived together