Daoist Yong came over and took his seat, his gaze flickering uncertainly. He had indeed intended to test Zhong Jia and the other man, but he had never imagined they would dare openly rebel within Origin Xia's airspace.
Moreover, judging from every sign, the two had most likely defected to Celestial Xia long ago. Otherwise, they could not have coordinated so closely with Celestial Xia. In that case, keeping them around might instead inflict even greater damage upon Origin Xia.
What concerned him even more was that Daoist Luo's Dao technique should have successfully reflected its target, yet he had still fallen beneath Zhang Yu's sword. The other party's sword moves had been unexpectedly fierce.
But looking at it from another angle, perhaps this was a good thing. Otherwise, they might have lost even more people.
Of course, if he had truly carried out the original plan, he would not have sent everyone in all at once. He would have had people probe ahead first.
Still, this matter had served as a warning. Such a person had clearly already reached the threshold of the upper realm. Ordinary methods could no longer restrain him.
He suddenly realized that when they could not overpower the other side with treasures that suppressed the Dao, he had no particularly good way to deal with this man. After turning it over and over in his mind, he found not a single method that was certain and reliable.
Had the situation become this dire?
He drew a breath, rose from his seat, and turned to leave. He then stepped through an array gate. When he appeared again, an immense, boundless vortex of qi lay before him, collapsing inward as it spun without pause. That deep hollow seemed bottomless to the eye, as though even if all