Amon Brings Only Tragedy

Nine Nether and Mu Chen were naturally on the same side, even when facing Lin Dong. But no matter how much resentment or rage they felt, they should not vent those emotions now, nor could they utter anything disrespectful toward that man.

One was a giant dragon soaring through the nine heavens, while the other was merely an ant crawling on the ground. The dragon might not care about the ant's roar, but if it caught the dragon's attention, a casual breath might be enough to wipe it out.

Mu Chen took a deep breath and calmed down somewhat. He dispelled the spiritual energy Nine Nether had sealed over his mouth, glanced at her, and saw that she still seemed ready to cover his mouth at any moment. In a low voice, he said:

"I know the stakes... I'll keep myself under control."

Nine Nether did not know what Di Er Meng had told Mu Chen before her battle with Lin Dong entered the void, but judging by his expression, she guessed that Di Er Meng's situation was extremely grim, with little hope of survival.

Mandala had a terrible headache. In her eyes, Mu Chen, who bore a grudge against the Martial Ancestor and hated him, was like a ticking bomb that could bring utter disaster upon her at any time.

But she could not make a move against Mu Chen, nor could she hand him over to clear herself of responsibility before the Martial Ancestor had made his stance known. That would offend another strange and terrifying existence.

The Immortal Fox Sect Master's foxlike eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at Mu Chen, a fierce glint occasionally flashing through them.

Lin Jing looked at the young man, whose face was twisted and no longer held its former gentleness and