Chen Yuan stood at the center of the vortex. Whether it was the Demon-Suppressing Alliance, Demon Venerable Han Guang, or Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto's subordinates, all of them wanted his life.
But Chen Yuan was not so easy to kill. Even Han Guang had failed when he acted, while Zhu Yan and Fatty Yan had previously been beaten into retreat by Chen Yuan.
Had they not unearthed Ma Jiuxian and recruited an existence comparable to a Ninth-Realm Heavenly Profound expert for their master, they might have been cleaved in two by their master.
Hearing Ma Jiuxian's question, the elderly Zhu Yan said gravely, "That junior Chen Yuan is rather sinister. We initially thought he was merely a junior from one of the Seven Alliances of the Realm, like the Martial Suppression Hall. Who would have thought he was actually a member of the Radiance Cult? That makes things troublesome."
Ma Jiuxian frowned slightly. "So what if he is from the Radiance Cult? Could it be that our master fears those remnants of the Radiance Cult?"
Zhu Yan and Fatty Yan's expressions both turned somewhat strange.
They had followed Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto for quite some time and knew some hidden matters.
Though their master had indeed endured through the ages and was comparable to a god, there were always certain beings in this world who, with mortal bodies, stood shoulder to shoulder with gods and demons—absurdly powerful beyond reason.
The Radiance Cult's former leader, Venerable Light Qin Wuye, had been precisely such an existence.
Yet they could not say so outright. Ma Jiuxian had only just joined their master's ranks, and they could not let him feel that their master was anything less than formidable.
The elderly Zhu Yan coughed and said, "Our master naturally does not fear