Luo Qing's expression darkened.
Someone from the Life-Ending Society-and a Source-Wielding Dao Lord at that. What he feared most had come to pass. But how had a single grotto-heaven from the primordial era drawn a Source-Wielding Dao Lord of Extinction Life here?
Surely a mere grotto-heaven wasn't worth that much?
With a grim face, he demanded, "Ji Heng, what exactly are you trying to do?!"
Ji Heng recalled his longsword, pointed at himself, and said with a brilliant smile, "Kill all of you, of course. Or get killed by you lot. Either works!"
The corner of Luo Qing's eye twitched. "Ji Heng, have you gone mad? Are you trying to start a war between our sects?" he asked coldly.
"A war between our sects?" Ji Heng grew even more excited at those words. "That would be wonderful!"
As he spoke, he raised his longsword again. Murderous intent erupted, several times fiercer than before.
Luo Qing's face instantly turned pitch-black. He had known there was no reasoning with these bastards. Behind him, several younger men of his clan summoned their dharmic treasures, gathering surging water vapor into one place.
"Fellow Daoist Ji, hold your hand! Hold your hand!"
An urgent shout rang out. A figure flashed over from afar, landed beside Ji Heng, and hurriedly reached out to stop his blade.
"Please calm yourself, Fellow Daoist Ji!" Sweat seeped from the Painting Heaven Gate Master's forehead. He had only taken his eyes off this Dao Lord for a moment, and the man had nearly caused a disaster. He hurried to persuade him. "The Sect Master has sent orders. We are not to cause unnecessary trouble. Securing that strange grotto-heaven must come first!"
Ji Heng frowned, his longsword pausing slightly. Only then did he remember that he had accepted deployment orders. Since