The old man said slowly, "If all else fails, we can only deploy a spirit treasure."
Hu Yunni fell silent at once.
Though Chu Zhiyuan's cultivation was formidable and he possessed a spirit treasure, if he truly faced a top-tier spirit treasure, death would be almost impossible to escape.
However, the conditions for activating such spirit treasures were harsh, and the price was exorbitant.
Before using one, they would still weigh the pros and cons.
If Chu Zhiyuan killed too many masters and the experts of the other eight sects proved powerless against him, they would surely deploy a spirit treasure to wipe him out.
Then she could not kill him personally and claim the bounty.
At that thought, her bright eyes flickered.
The old man drained the fine wine in his cup and sighed. "Time to go."
Hu Yunni shot him a sidelong glance but did not try to keep him.
Though the old man said he was leaving, he did not move. He sighed. "Just how did he get here?"
"Through some secret treasure, perhaps," Hu Yunni said. "I heard the Demon Realm has such secret treasures too."
The old man sighed. "For such secret treasures to appear one after another is no good thing."
"Does our Demon Race not have such secret treasures?"
"We have no need for them. We can pass through the Outer Realm Battlefield directly."
"With such a secret treasure, one can come and go as one pleases. How wonderfully convenient... Has the Demon Race's luck run out?"
"Don't spout nonsense!" the old man snorted hurriedly.
Hu Yunni curled her red lips. "Anyway, don't stop them from throwing their lives away. Let them go."
The old man shook his head.
Hu Yunni said, "Old sir, you really are foolish. Think about it—leave alone killing