Done, This Time for the West

Those words were not something Luohu alone feared; the few others present feared them as well.

A sharp light swelled in Zhun Ti's eyes.

This time, he was truly moved.

If it were only the four Saints, perhaps they truly would have no way—but if Luohu were added, perhaps there really was a chance to suppress Qin Mu.

Haotian said in a deep voice, "If Luohu can truly pin down Qin Mu's Great Dao, then I can bring down the heavenly law."

Zhun Ti looked at Jie Yin.

"Senior Brother."

Jie Yin closed his eyes for a moment.

Only after a long while did he open them.

"The Western Teachings can enter this game."

At last, a smile appeared on Zhun Ti's face.

"Good."

He looked toward Primordial Heavenly Venerate. "Since Senior Brother has even invited Luohu to move, if this poor Daoist were to retreat again, it would make the Western Teachings look afraid of Qin Mu."

Yuanshi looked at the others. "It is not a question of fear or lack of fear. It is that in this tribulation, Qin Mu can no longer be allowed to have the final say alone."

The golden light of the Heavenly Emperor rose in Haotian's eyes.

"In the game at Peach Mountain, I shall bring down the heavenly law."

"All you Saints will hold the line."

"If Yang Jian dares to come, then let him know that the heavenly rules are not something he can cleave apart just because he wishes to."

Zhun Ti sneered and said, "If Qin Mu dares to come, then let him taste what it feels like to be encircled from four sides as well."

Jie Yin did not smile.

He only gave a soft sigh.

"Once this game begins, the Karma will run deep."

Yuanshi put away