The Blood Lotus Dharma King wore a mocking look.
"More precisely, it was to lure you here. You're Great Yan's Prince of Northern Pacification. We couldn't touch you in either Great Yan or the Northern Borderlands. Our only choice was to draw you to the Southern Border."
After hearing this, Zhao Feng looked at Nangong Wanwan.
She gazed back at him calmly, but she had already moved aside to block his retreat.
"So you're in league with them."
"What else did you expect? I am a demonic cult temptress, after all. Surely Your Highness didn't think the righteous and demonic factions would join forces?" Nangong Wanwan giggled.
"You think the three of you can keep me here?" Zhao Feng said coolly.
"What if we add them?" the Blood Lotus Dharma King asked.
As his words fell, three more figures in black robes emerged from the shrine's shadows. Their auras were slightly weaker than those of the two Dharma Kings, but they were genuine Innate Realm experts. Each took a different position around Zhao Feng, spread out at varying angles and distances.
Including Nangong Wanwan, they surrounded him from six directions, like a slowly tightening circle, sealing off every avenue.
"Blood Lotus Dharma King, you went to such lengths to lure me to the Southern Border. Surely killing me isn't your only aim," Zhao Feng said calmly.
"Zhao Feng, you obtained something belonging to our sect at White Dragon Temple back then. You haven't forgotten, have you?" the Blood Lotus Dharma King asked.
"Oh, that Thousand Mechanisms Casket?"
"You have a good memory. Hand it over, and I'll send your corpse back to the Upper Capital intact, so that brat of an emperor can give you a grand burial," the Blood Lotus Dharma King said.
"Don't tell me you don't have