As voices rang out one after another, Qin Unrivaled's expression gradually turned livid. He abruptly raised his head and looked at the black-clad figures ahead.
"Tell me—who wants to kill me? Who exactly is the mastermind behind you?"
Qin Unrivaled enunciated every word.
This time, he was truly enraged.
He had thought the Great Qin Empire's might crushed all of Western Qin Phoenix Province. Yet now, so many demons and monsters had suddenly crawled out of the woodwork.
One was the White Lotus Sect, which should have been destroyed ten thousand years ago.
The other was the Yin-Yang Sacred Sect, which usually stood loftily above all others, playing the role of the good guy.
These people truly deserved to die.
"Why waste words with him? Attack."
"The longer we drag this out, the more unfavorable it is for us. Just attack. Why waste words on a dead man?"
"Move."
For a moment, the black-clad figures filling the sky attacked without the slightest hesitation.
Qin Unrivaled merely watched coldly, making no move at all. He was a cripple now; any random Golden Immortal cultivator could take his life.
All he could do now was place his hopes on Ye Lin and the others.
He hoped they would not disappoint him.
Ye Lin merely drew the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
With so many Golden Immortals, the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword would get a good, hearty drink this time. He hoped this sharpness would allow the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword to rise to another level.
He was still counting on using the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword to slay a peerless Golden Immortal ninth-layer expert with one strike.
"You few with the loose tongues—come exchange a few moves with me."
Zhang Wusheng charged out with his weapon in hand, while Li Xiaoyao followed behind him