Devil-Transforming Mountain, waterfalls flowed, mist and clouds drifted.
At the edge of a high cliff, Zhang Wentong gazed toward the distant horizon.
"Master, all five Devil God Portraits have been activated. Li Qingxian is as good as dead." Zhang Tianhui, Devil-Transforming Mountain's chief senior disciple, stood behind him as he spoke.
"Until the final moment, do not speak lightly of victory or defeat."
"Yes. But do you truly think so highly of Li Qingxian?"
"It is not that I think highly of him. It is simply habit. Sixteen years ago, Li Qingxian was utterly ordinary, yet after turning sixteen, he rose like an unexpected army. He must bear immense Fortune. Such a new seed is far harder to kill than an old seed whose Fortune has run dry. Li Qingxian understands this deeply, which is why he has never killed Ye Han, despite their life-and-death enmity. He has been waiting for an inescapable deathtrap, a fatal strike. How would I dare underestimate such a person?"
"What you say makes some sense. When we kill, we only calculate whether someone can be killed. But when Fate Arts Masters kill, they must also look at fate. If the other party's destiny has not yet run out, they must never act, and can only weaken them bit by bit. Still, this disciple believes Li Qingxian cannot escape Five Sons Delivering Devils."
Zhang Wentong smiled. "If that Eerie Ground were not an Eerie Town, he might have had a chance. But since it is an Eerie Town, and Zhang Wentian is there, Li Qingxian is certainly doomed."
"Why?"
"Five Sons Delivering Devils is not only being delivered to Li Qingxian. It is also being delivered to Zhang Wentian." Zhang Wentong smiled faintly.
Zhang Tianhui lowered his head in thought. Before long, he recalled an