Mu Zangfeng and Holy Son Qianyang both knew full well that if Li Yang led the Heavenly Gang Demon-Suppressing Battalion into the battlefield unchecked, he would turn the tide.
This was not a dynasty's battlefield. It was his glory alone!
Mu Zangfeng had also mastered a superb Sword-Wielding Technique. He could easily imitate Li Yang and lead a group of evil sword cultivators in a sword formation.
Yet after a few brief exchanges with Li Yang, he had clearly realized that Li Yang's Sword-Wielding Technique was far too sublime-a frenzied dance on the razor's edge between life and death.
In that respect, he knew he fell short.
Moreover, sword cultivation differed from other paths. Its artistic conception embraced the kingly way and the way of benevolence, while the Sword Alliance served as a covenant among fellow sword cultivators, drawing the world's sword intent into one mighty current of righteous energy that guarded the cultivation world.
But most importantly-he was an evil fiend wanted by the Dao Alliance!
That fact alone meant even Holy Son Qianyang dared not openly collude with him. He operated more as a ghost on the battlefield.
His current actions were all the more deserving of universal condemnation and contempt.
He simply did not care.
An evil sword cultivator like him had lost all sense of morality. Everything revolved around himself. As long as he could achieve his goal, he would do anything, however despicable or inhumanly cruel.
"Rest assured, their lives mean nothing to me. As long as you enter Nine Nether Dynasty territory with me for a fight to the death, I'll release them immediately and guarantee their safety.
"If you fear a trap, I can swear on my own sword heart that it will be a fair fight between the two of us, with