Several of them circulated their True Yuan and cast their spells. Though they were merely poised to strike, the techniques each had prepared were rare and formidable moves.
At this moment, they looked at Su Shi'er before them.
As they spoke, a few more traces of contempt unconsciously crept into their eyes.
The terms of trade he had proposed struck them as utterly inconceivable.
As soon as the words fell, they each further drove their True Yuan.
They had originally held back somewhat, exerting only twenty or thirty percent of their power in their powerful techniques.
But now, as if by unspoken agreement, they pushed their strength to fifty percent.
They intended to seize the chance before their opponent made a move, defeating him in a single strike and killing the man before them outright.
At the very least, they would destroy his physical body.
They would leave behind his Primordial Spirit and Nascent Soul, then force out information concerning Su Shi'er.
Yet as her three companions further increased their power, Madam Hong showed not the slightest delight. Instead, her expression grew increasingly grave.
This man had just plotted against them all, and against Daoist Lu Feng.
How could his scheming be so simple?
These terms appeared unreasonable, but perhaps they were merely intended to conceal his true purpose.
She had always acted with caution as her guiding principle. This seemingly absurd display only made her all the more vigilant.
Without drawing attention, Madam Hong stepped half a pace back. Her first instinct was to conserve her strength and let the three companions beside her strike first.
But the instant that thought arose, she felt an invisible aura tug at her mind.
Only then did she recall the agreement she had just reached with the others—to advance and retreat together.