Yang Chen listened to Phantom Night Nether King's words, unable to discern what purpose Phantom Night Nether King had in mind.
Naturally, he would not easily trust the words of an Underworld ghostly creature. He said calmly, "Phantom Night Nether King, are you asking me to make a deal with an Underworld ghostly creature? Do you truly think I would believe you?"
Phantom Night Nether King laughed heartily. "Yang Chen, you should think this through. If you and I fight now, neither of us can do anything to the other. Continuing like this is utterly meaningless. And don't tell me you have no desire to save the six people who vanished from Tianqu Mountain."
Hearing this, Yang Chen's expression tightened, gradually turning solemn.
"The six of them are in your hands?" Yang Chen asked coldly.
With his hands behind his back, Phantom Night Nether King smiled calmly. "What do you think? Yang Chen, if I want these six people to live, they live. If I want them dead, they must die at once. I imagine you cannot bear to let your six companions lose their lives."
Yang Chen became hesitant and uncertain.
If it had been any other six people, he truly could not be bothered to care. After all, he had come for the Ancient Dao Dragon Pattern Banner.
Yet among them was Fairy Yuefu.
He had previously heard that Fairy Yuefu was Dao Ancestor Jueyi's personal disciple.
Dao Ancestor Jueyi would not panic merely because Fairy Yuefu had gone missing for several years. To a Dao Ancestor-level powerhouse, a few years were no more than the blink of an eye.
But if Fairy Yuefu perished, Dao Ancestor Jueyi would surely fly into a towering rage. His God-Slaying Spear would likely be out of reach as well.
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