"Jian Li, have you gone mad?"
Faced with the burly man's accusation, Jian Li showed not a trace of guilt. Instead, he pointed at Lin He and said,
"Yan Wu, I hadn't intended to act, but this brat Lin has so many treasures on him that the temptation was simply too great. Anyone would have found it impossible to resist."
"Shameless wretch!" Yan Wu cursed as he used his magic power to suppress the snake venom. "Jian Li, even if you succeed, do you think the Seven Sects will let you off? There won't be a place for you anywhere in the Yue Kingdom."
"Heh heh! The Yue Kingdom..." Jian Li suddenly gave a cryptic smile. "Who knows who'll be ruling the Yue Kingdom by then?"
"What do you mean?"
"You don't need to know that much, because you're going to die here today."
As he spoke, a fifth-grade Azure Fire Wolf flew out of his Spirit Beast Bag and spat a stream of azure flame from its mouth.
Yan Wu's heart tightened. He hurriedly spat a mouthful of essence blood onto his massive sword. Spiritual energy immediately surged from its blade, which unleashed streaks of sword qi to intercept the azure flames.
Had Yan Wu been at his peak, his sword cultivator's exceptional offensive prowess would have left him with nothing to fear from Jian Li. But now, gravely poisoned, he had to suppress the snake venom with his magic power while fighting Jian Li, leaving him entirely at a disadvantage.
Floating Cloud Daoist naturally noticed Yan Wu's dire predicament. "Martial Nephew Lin," he said bitterly, "I never imagined Jian Li would betray us. We're in serious trouble now."
By now, the two Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators had flown over, and the three Spirit Controlling Sect cultivators intensified their