The Great Sun Sword Sect Had Already Become a Gathering Place for Vermin

"Tu Shan?"

"True Lord Tu Shan."

Burning Bone True Lord's face darkened as he stared fixedly at the blue-clad youth walking toward him, this Nascent Soul True Lord whom he had only seen mentioned in intelligence reports and had never met in person.

"Was all of this your arrangement?"

"What grudge have you and I ever held?"

The Blood Sun Sword Intent that had practically been in his grasp had vanished into thin air, a dreamlike bubble, a phantom shadow. Killing intent surged through Burning Bone True Lord's heart in wave after wave, rising and falling without cease.

At almost the same instant, he sent out message after message, delivering them to the Great Sun Sword Sect and to fellow Daoists on good terms with him.

Sect cultivators had never had the habit of fighting alone!

He was certain that a great many Nascent Soul Cultivators would arrive to kill in the shortest possible time. No matter how Tu Shan True Lord before him played mysterious tricks, no matter what schemes he had laid, there could be only one outcome.

He would be besieged and killed by numerous Nascent Soul Cultivators. Escape would be impossible!

This was the core heartland of the Great Sun Sword Sect!

Any outside Nascent Soul Cultivator, so long as they showed themselves and displayed hostility, would surely die. There would be no road of escape!

For the Sword Sect was not lacking in those deeply skilled in tracking arts or masters of escape techniques. Even less did it lack fourth-tier top-grade sky-patrolling flying vessels specialized in hunting enemies. Driven jointly by several Nascent Soul True Lords, their speed would reach a terrifying degree.

Burning Bone True Lord's thoughts churned, his killing intent icy and biting.

Yet in the next instant, his expression changed slightly.

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