Qiongqi frowned. "In that case, this fellow really is no simple character. I thought he was reckless, daring to deliver himself to our doorstep. Who knew he had reinforcements waiting behind him?"
"I hate these fellows who hide their heads and tails most of all. If they've got the guts, they should come fight us! What kind of skill is skulking around?"
Taowu smiled bitterly. They accused the enemy of skulking around, but weren't they themselves trying to hoodwink heaven and cross the sea, looking for someone to launch a sneak attack?
This was a battlefield to begin with. What place was there for righteousness or morality? A victory was a victory, and a defeat was a defeat.
If Zhao Gongming fell into their hands, given their dispositions, they probably wouldn't be able to quell their hatred without stripping off his skin and tearing out his bones.
Besides, what worried Taowu most was nothing else but their own safety.
Zhao Gongming was Daochen's cherished disciple. If they truly killed him, Daochen would surely never let them off.
When that happened, even the Primordial Heavenly Venerable might not be able to protect them.
But if they let them go, who knew how difficult this battle would become? Letting someone go was far harder than killing them.
They had to make their opponents think they were powerful without letting them discover their intentions. This was far too difficult.
While they were discussing matters, Taotie was already close to buckling and began repeatedly signaling the others.
He wanted them to come support him.
Taotie could hardly be blamed for this. Zhao Gongming was simply too powerful.
No one had ever beaten him into such a sorry state before.
Chaos was hardly one to stand on ceremony. "Don't panic, big brother. I'm coming to