What should have been a three-sided contest for supremacy on Mount Junya had ended with the Perfected Persons of the Ao and Ya Kingdoms barely lifting a finger. Zhang Yuan alone had driven out every Qi Refining Perfected Person from the Wen Kingdom and Jingheng.
The outcome was settled, and everyone wore a different expression.
Li Wangshuo knitted his brows.
They had lost few people. Aside from a handful of reckless fools, most had survived, but the Jingyang Li Clan had been determined to claim Mount Junya.
Without Mount Junya, even the slightest loss on their side was still a loss.
So be it. They would wait for the True Lord's decree before discussing the matter further.
"The contest for the mountain is over. Until we meet again, fellow Daoists." Gathering his thoughts, Li Wangshuo cupped his hands toward the Celestial Persons of the Ao and Ya Kingdoms.
Whenever he thought of the Wen River Deng Clan's grievous casualties, he genuinely wanted to laugh, even though he had failed to claim Mount Junya.
Li Wangshuo gave a cold laugh and decisively departed with the Hengyang Lu Clan's Celestial Person, taking the Jingheng Kingdom's Qi Refining Perfected Persons with them.
Though Deng Qiuzhi was in a foul mood over the heavy casualties among his clan's disciples, he found some consolation in having fulfilled the True Lord's decree to prevent the Jingyang Li Clan from obtaining Mount Junya.
He cast Zhang Yuan a cold glance.
Deng Qiuzhi said calmly, "The tallest tree in the forest... Sovereign Jiang certainly found himself a fine helper."
Before Jiang Lingche, sovereign of the Ya Kingdom, could speak,
Zhang Yuan sneered, sounding every bit a vicious bully. "You old bastard, you've barely got a few days left, yet you still have so much to say. Get moving,