Li Xiaoyu looked up at Qin Wuyan in the sky and slowly shook his head.
"Master Qin, have you gotten one thing wrong?"
His voice remained calm.
"Do you really think the three of you can take us all on?"
"Or do you truly believe that the three branches of the Demon Sect are united as one, bound together like iron?"
His words jolted Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er.
Their expressions changed dramatically.
They instinctively glanced at each other, seeing wariness and distrust in one another's eyes.
They knew Li Xiaoyu was telling the truth.
The three branches of the Demon Sect might appear to have joined forces, but in truth, each had its own schemes, and they were all on guard against one another.
They had appeared here together not so much to unite against the Green Cloud Sect as to keep an eye on and check each other.
Neither wanted to let the other gain the upper hand in the coming struggle over the Treasury of the Heavenly Emperor.
Li Xiaoyu had seen through the fragility of their alliance. That was why he could act with such confidence.
This man was not only unfathomably powerful; his scheming was terrifyingly deep.
The same thought flashed through Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er's minds.
They knew it would not be easy to make a move tonight after all.
Uncertainty clouded both Qin Wuyan's and Jin Ping'er's faces.
Their mutual suspicion and wariness instantly dissolved the united front they had formed against a common foe.
Ghost Li, meanwhile, had not uttered a word from beginning to end.
He hovered quietly in midair like an outsider, uninterested in the scheming between them.
But Li Xiaoyu knew that Ghost Li was the most crucial—and most unstable—factor in this balance.
Li Xiaoyu's gaze passed over