Xiao Zhen felt that Yun Zhongzi was far too much of a softhearted soul. Even now, he still hoped King Zhou would come to his senses.
His gaze flickered, his eyes seeming to hold stars. Though causality and karmic debt prevented him from attacking King Zhou, he had no need to show him much respect. There had been countless kings through the ages. Had Cheng Tang and Wu Ding not turned to dust? Even the Three Sovereigns could only sit confined in the Fire Cloud Palace. He simply spoke up to press the issue:
"This demon has already revealed her true form-a Thousand-Year Fox Spirit, with a Jade Pipa Spirit and a Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit supporting her. Why does King Zhou persist in his stubborn blindness?"
The ministers came hurrying over. Every word Xiao Zhen uttered made a sharp ripping sound, as though the air itself were being torn apart. Each syllable brought an immense sense of pressure.
This was an immortal.
Hu Ximei and Liu Pipa instantly turned as deathly pale as Daji, as though they had envisioned the consequences.
The ministers' expressions changed. Xiao Zhen had gone too far, showing no regard for King Zhou whatsoever. Yet the white tail concealed behind King Zhou was also an undeniable fact.
"Do not go too far, fellow Daoist. This is Chaoge."
Luo Xuan snorted angrily and stepped forward, placing himself in front of Zi Shou.
Zi Shou felt warmth spread around him. A human-shaped heater was wonderfully comfortable. His fondness for the Interception Sect grew a little more. Its disciples really did have a human touch.
His expression, however, grew increasingly grim. From the looks of the Chan Sect cultivators, they were dead set on slaying demons and vanquishing evil.
"Oh?"
Randeng's black Daoist robe stirred slightly, and the treasured