Before the thunder could reach their ears

Wang Zhongze reclined lazily, setting down his wineglass as he did. He raised a hand slightly and made a peculiar gesture. It looked like the number eight, but his fingers were not fully spread, making it look more like a door.

Xiao Juan's eyes widened. "The Temple?"

Wang Zhongze nodded slightly.

"The Temple... does the Temple really have a blade that can kill him?"

"Wing Blade couldn't kill Lin Su, and even the Deathless Heavenly King died at his hands. There aren't many blades left in this world that can kill him!" Wang Zhongze said. "But however many there are, the one in the Temple can certainly do it!"

Xiao Juan's expression was complicated. "The Temple's Nirvana Adept! Even Jing Lei suffered defeat twice against him. Of course he can kill Lin Su. But I always thought this 'Shock God' was on the opposing side."

"Because he killed two of our heavyweight experts, you think he's our sworn enemy?"

"Yes!"

"As long as someone is human, they have a price. That's the first point!" Wang Zhongze smiled faintly. "The second... did you think our thirty-eight-person party was truly clean when we left the country?"

Xiao Juan's expression changed. "The Du brothers... were people you wanted eliminated all along!"

Wang Zhongze sighed softly. "If I were still the chief, they obviously wouldn't dare rebel. But I'm no longer the chief. Following a fallen man requires something to sustain your resolve. You have it, and most of my people have it, but not all of them!"

Xiao Juan truly understood now.

When a man sailed with favorable winds and smooth waters, those around him could see hope, and their loyalty would be strong.

But once he started going downhill, some of his subordinates would inevitably harbor other intentions.

The chief had noticed