Manjushri Guangfa Heavenly Venerable nodded, sighing silently to himself. Although he had long known this would be the outcome, he still felt reluctant to part with it.
After all, that treasure had accompanied him for years.
While they were chatting, something happened.
Five figures suddenly appeared behind them.
Zhao Gongming had arrived with the Three Xiao Sisters and Bai Ze.
"So this is your camp. I've been searching for it for quite a while. You hid it well-I never imagined it would be here."
Great Master Xuandu froze for a moment, then said angrily, "Zhao Gongming, you dared to follow me?"
Zhao Gongming smiled faintly. "You're mistaken, Great Master. Why would I follow you? I merely took an interest in Guangchengzi."
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Taotie is here too. Last time, you slipped through the cracks and got Fellow Daoist Kunpeng to spare you."
"This time, I'll deal with you myself. If I don't cast you into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, how could I do justice to all the time I've spent thinking about you?"
The expressions of Taotie and the others changed drastically.
Only five opponents had arrived.
Yet they felt as though they were facing thousands of troops.
If it had only been Bai Ze, that would have been one thing.
But he had actually brought the Three Xiao Sisters and Zhao Gongming along.
That meant they no longer held the advantage.
Fewer opponents were harder to fight.
After all, those five had no concerns holding them back and could unleash their full strength.
On the Demon Race's side, however, Guangchengzi had only just returned and had neither the fighting spirit nor the offensive power.
The others already feared Zhao Gongming deep in their hearts.
Although they had strength in numbers this time, that hardly settled matters.
When