Once Daoist Wen Jing's band of fiends retreated, the Dragon Clan's experts were free to act. Like dragons plunging into a school of fish, they raised their blades and struck them down, hacking from south to north, then from north to west...
The entire Sea Clan Rebel Army and Deep Sea Demon Race had lost their backbone. Their defeat came crashing down like a mountain.
To preserve a few Sparks of Hope for causing trouble in the future, the Western Teachings took away quite a few highly respected, powerful commanders from the Sea Clan Rebel Army.
The Deep Sea Demon Race, meanwhile, was simply abandoned here, thoroughly reduced to castoffs...
The six Sage disciples of the Western Teachings took a stroll around the edge of the Eastern Sea and missed their chance to make an entrance. They could only conceal their tracks and return to the Western Ox Continent.
Western profanity.
Li Changshou did not care how furious they were or how they would divide the blame.
What worried Li Changshou now was that Senior Gongming's Hate value with the Western Teachings had become too high.
That was not a good thing.
Although Zhao Gongming did not care, Li Changshou had, after all, indirectly dragged Grandpa Zhao into this...
This Hate value should have been borne by the Human Teaching.
Li Changshou looked toward the Great Mage, seeming as though he wanted to speak but held back.
The Great Mage seemed to see through Li Changshou's concerns and asked warmly, "Are you worried about Junior Brother Zhao?"
"Alas." Li Changshou gave a bitter smile. "This disciple worries that the West will scheme against Senior Gongming because of this."
"When the time comes, I will act myself. You need not dwell on it."
Grand Master Xuandu chuckled. Looking at the scene