"Jian He, do you really think the likes of you can stop me?"
Inside the Immortal Tomb.
Xiang Tianzhi coldly stared at Sword River Dao Lord and Dao Lord Feiyu, who stood in his path.
"How would we know without trying?"
Sword River Dao Lord replied calmly.
Before the two of them stood no fewer than five Dao Lords.
He had not carried the Immortal Tree over as Zhuge Ming had once done.
Risking one's life was hardly so simple.
After several great battles, the Immortal Tree was in desperate need of nurturing; otherwise, it risked collapse. The world believed he cultivated beneath the tree, but in truth, he had been constantly mending its deficiencies.
It was the sect's sacred immortal treasure.
The Immortal Tomb could be lost, but nothing more could happen to the Immortal Tree.
Otherwise, Jiang Linxian would truly become White Jade Capital's sinner for all eternity.
But not using the Immortal Tree did not mean they could only stand by with folded hands.
His and Dao Lord Feiyu's appearance was meant to make White Jade Capital's stance clear. Otherwise, would the Immortal Cultivation World not think White Jade Capital could be bullied by anyone?
Xiang Tianzhi snorted coldly. "You don't know what's good for you!"
Then, a massive cauldron rose from behind him. Black mist bubbled out along its rim—it was his mystic weapon, the Devouring Heaven Cauldron.
In Taihua Province, the Devouring Heaven Cauldron was tremendously famous. Half of Xiang Tianzhi's reputation as the foremost demon had been carved out through slaughter with this cauldron.
"Brat, when this old man became a demon, you hadn't even grown all your hair. What gives you the right to fight me?"
Zhuge Ming had been one thing.
The two had both been ruthless figures renowned throughout Taihua Province