Their companions had all left. There was no point in them staying here.
They never would have imagined that Poison Venerable would be so arrogant as to brazenly make a move in full view of everyone.
He truly did not put any of them in his eyes.
"Now, I'll give you three breaths' time."
Watching the three beings leave, Poison Venerable nodded in satisfaction. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood quietly in midair and waited.
"Fellow Daoist Blood Baleful, are we really going to follow him?"
Looking at Poison Venerable's unstoppable figure and the air of someone who regarded no one as worthy of notice, Eastern Deity gazed worriedly at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin merely smiled faintly.
"The moment you asked me that question, it meant you were inferior to him."
Ye Lin gave Eastern Deity a deep look. From the first time he had seen this fellow, he had felt that he was no simple character.
At the very least, he had earned Ye Lin's recognition.
But compared to the Poison Venerable in the sky, the gap was far more than a little.
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Eastern Deity fell silent.
His companion, Dark Night, also looked at him, an inscrutable glint in his eyes.
Ever since Jian Unrivaled had defeated him with a single sword strike five hundred years ago, Eastern Deity had long ceased to be Eastern Deity.
He had already died beneath Jian Unrivaled's sword.
That one sword from Jian Unrivaled had shattered his dream of seeking the Dao, and the road he had sought.
Dark Night had been the same, but unlike Eastern Deity now, he had defeated Sword Maniac, and the knot in his heart had been untied.
Though that victory had come inexplicably, a victory was still a victory.
Eastern