"Guixu, you have eighteen Half-Step Heavenly Immortals, a supreme killing formation, and Primordial treasures. That is enough to make you the eighth major power in the West Qi Divine Abyss Sea during this calamity."
The Third Divine Son of West Qi Grotto-Heaven looked increasingly grim as he said with an ugly expression, "With such foundations and reserves, you actually resort to such underhanded means. You truly are no son of man!"
Chen Nianzhi merely sneered. "Let me return your words to you: I rather like the sight of your impotent rage."
"Ah—"
Upon hearing this, the Third Divine Son was so furious that smoke seemed to rise from all seven apertures. Remembering his own earlier words, his expression became incomparably gloomy.
The others also looked grim. Recalling Chen Nianzhi's appearance before they had entered the formation—seemingly humiliated and enraged, even furiously helpless—they suddenly felt their faces flush red.
Now that they thought about it, when Chen Nianzhi watched them rage like madmen, he had most likely already been calculating how to divide up their Sources of Dao.
At this thought, the Second Holy Son said anxiously, "This man concealed his strength. He must be plotting something enormous. We absolutely cannot die here—we must send the news out."
In an instant, the others also understood the reason, and their expressions could not help turning grave.
Darkfire Ancestor was doing all he could to withstand Glazed Divine Lord's assault. With a dark expression, he said, "Things have come to this. Only by working together can we kill our way out!"
The Third Divine Son nodded and said grimly, "Join forces. Bring out every trump card you have."
The Second Holy Son immediately said, "Then I'll hold them off."
As soon as the Second Holy Son finished speaking, the seven-tiered pagoda above his