Six Ears Descends

"No, no!"

Zhunti hurriedly shook his head. The phantom of the Green Duckweed Sword surfaced in his mind, and his body shuddered instinctively.

Tongtian was not Haotian. He could toy with the latter like a monkey, but... toy with Tongtian?

What he would face was Tongtian's Green Duckweed Sword!

Moreover, what had happened at Zixiao Palace had left him somewhat afraid of Tongtian.

The mere sight of him made Zhunti's heart quail.

Though he was shameless and cared nothing for face, Tongtian was equally unreasonable, overbearing, and utterly unrestrained. He would draw his sword and start chopping people down without a second word.

And their teacher's attitude toward Tongtian was somewhat subtle as well. The Investiture of the Gods had been created purely to suppress the Jie Sect.

Yet when Zhunti picked a fight with Tongtian and got slashed, their teacher actually turned a blind eye and did not move a muscle.

He acted as though he had seen nothing. Zhunti did not believe that he himself could block Sword Qi while Hongjun could not, or that Hongjun had failed to see clearly.

So...

"Disciple, circumstances have changed. The wind is tight—run!"

With that, he scooped up the honest young man and turned back toward the Western Sect without pausing for even an instant.

Though the plan was still one step short, it should count as fulfilling the agreement with that fellow Tongtian.

"Ah??"

The honest young man had only just heard Zhunti's voice transmission, his face showing a trace of bewilderment and confusion, when a golden light descended from the heavens and enveloped him. When the golden light faded, the honest young man had vanished, leaving only a bundle of firewood on the ground.

"Master hasn't married the princess yet!"

Yao Ji lay on the ground, unable to resist,