The Great Sun Way cultivator fell silent for a moment. Rather than answer Wang Quan directly, he pointed at the miserable cultivators on the battlefield and said, "I could kill them with the same spells too."
"But... my spells aren't as powerful as yours!"
"I feel that your spells are at least twice as powerful as mine, perhaps even three times!"
"Fellow Daoist, you're definitely not a Drowning Dao cultivator!"
"You must belong to a side path, or even one of the Orthodox Mystic Sects!"
Wang Quan paused, then shook his head. "I don't!"
The Great Sun Way cultivator curled his lip in disdain. "You don't? Who would believe that!"
"Even Big Face doesn't believe you!"
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun's mouth twitched. "My face is oval, not Big Face!"
The Great Sun Way cultivator gave an awkward laugh. "That's not important!"
"What matters is, have you never suspected him of being a spy?"
"We're all left-hand-path cultivators. We can accept your spells being a little stronger than ours."
"But twice or three times as strong? There's something wrong with that!"
The more the Great Sun Way cultivator spoke, the more agitated he became. "The mystic sects and side paths already occupy enough territory."
"Now they're seizing our left-hand paths' territory too? Bullying us?"
"Do they really think we're soft persimmons they can squeeze?"
"We left-hand-path cultivators have proud backbones too, proud-"
Just then, a New-Method Foundation Establishment Ancestor growled, "Shut up!"
"Hmm?"
Wang Quan, the Round-Faced Daoist Nun, and the Great Sun Way cultivator all looked over, rather puzzled and bewildered.
The New-Method Foundation Establishment Ancestor gritted his teeth. "You're wagering our lives!"
"You're deciding the winner by whether we live or die!"
"Are you even human, doing something like this?"
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun curled her lip. "Whether we're