"Since the young friend's plan is to charge straight in, what are we waiting for? The three of us will lead the way for you."
The Heavenly Demon Patriarch spoke softly, his voice carrying an unquestionable dominance.
The other two beside him nodded in agreement as well.
This time, they would gamble. If they won and wiped out the three sects, then a share of the three sects' accumulated foundations over the years would naturally be theirs.
If they lost, then they would have nothing—but they could simply run. Though the three sects possessed deep foundations, keeping the three of them behind was still impossible.
Do not assume that every ninth-layer Golden Immortal cultivator was wealthy. The poor would always remain poor.
Take the three of them, for instance. Ordinary immortal stones and treasures were there for the taking; they could have as much as they wanted.
But true supreme treasures—treasures genuinely useful to ninth-layer Golden Immortal cultivators—were pitifully scarce for them.
Those treasures were all in the hands of the three sects. Thus, this time, their sights were set on the three sects' foundations.
Once they won the gamble, they would naturally be the first to eat the crab.
And if they lost, there would be no loss at all.
Who would refuse such a sure-win, no-loss deal?
Beyond profit, they also hated the three sects to the bone. After all, with their ninth-layer Golden Immortal cultivation, they should have long been able to roam freely through the Second Region.
So why did they still have to remain here and be suppressed by others? Was it because they liked it?
No. It was because of hatred.
"Since the three seniors are willing to lend a hand, this junior is naturally deeply grateful."
"The three sects' Punishment Assembly has still