"Jiang Lingxu is also at the Manifest Spirit realm, and he has the sect's supreme treasure to aid him. Why was he defeated so quickly?"
The black-robed young man Hu Liu had not moved from beginning to end. He had not even joined the siege against He Ping. He had only come here intending to form an alliance with Jiang Lingxu; he had absolutely never planned to make an enemy of a Manifest Spirit-level powerhouse.
As soon as the battle began, he had retreated as far away as possible. Seeing He Ping strike fewer than several times before beating Jiang Lingxu so badly he could not rise again, and witnessing the Manifest Spirit might displayed by the other man, he immediately knew that Jiang Lingxu was finished this time.
"What should I do? I came here to win Jiang Lingxu over. If someone else takes his Alliance Leader's seat, wouldn't I have come for nothing...?"
Or perhaps he should switch to winning over this Alliance Leader He instead?
While Hu Liu hesitated, everyone else had turned deathly pale.
It was over!
It was all over!
Dantu Yanguang, the sect master of the Curse Sword Sect, knew that he had backed the wrong horse.
'Jiang Lingxu is at the Manifest Spirit realm, and this Daoist He is also at the Manifest Spirit realm. Why is the gap between them so vast? Why was Jiang Lingxu defeated so miserably? Damn it, I trusted that man so much before... But it isn't too late yet. If I turn around in time, there is still a chance!'
He hastily shouted, "Your Excellency, spare us! Spare us! Our Curse Sword Sect yields! We yield!"
The other cultivators were also stunned by how quickly Dantu Yanguang had changed his tune. Just moments ago, Dantu Yanguang had