As he spoke, he kept shooting meaningful looks at the two beside him.
Although he intended to resolve the trouble with the Saints,
he had no intention of fighting a decisive battle with them here.
The Three Pure Ones and the Dao Ancestor spoke in unison.
"Rebel! Heretic! Spare us your words and die!"
The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation sprang into place.
Flying swords shot out in a frenzy.
They kept hurtling toward Wang Shi and his two companions.
The others did not remain idle, either.
Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi wielded the Pangu Banner, Laozi his Virtue Cane, and the Two Buddhist Sages each unleashed their own methods, all striking at Wang Shi.
At that moment, Wang Shi understood one thing: these people truly wanted him dead.
He had no idea why things had come to this.
They were his masters, after all. No matter how thoroughly they had been brainwashed, they should not have turned their backs on their own kin.
The problem probably still lay in his identity.
They considered him an Otherworlder and a heretic. Clearly, his identity as a Transmigrator had most likely been exposed.
But the crucial question was, he had never said anything wrong or done anything wrong. Why had he been exposed?
He could not understand it, and his heart felt terribly heavy.
Just then, Wang Shi suddenly looked in a certain direction.
An illusory figure floated there, filling him with immense wariness.
"Who's there?"
He kept fending off the attacks around him while fixing his gaze on that figure.
The man gave a sinister smile, then vanished in an instant without a trace.
Wang Shi's expression darkened.
He had guessed something of the truth. The changes in the Saints probably had a great deal to do with that man.
"Hmph. Forgive me, Three Masters.