"Sect Master Zheng truly had a fine plan," the Sixth Elder sneered.
"All warfare is based on deception," Zheng Yunhao replied with a smile.
"Our Jiuwei Sect is weak and cannot compare with those Major Powers, so we could only take this risky move."
As he spoke, Zheng Yunhao extended both hands.
"Hand it over. Give the inheritance to us, and I can guarantee that no harm will come to you."
"There is no inheritance inside that secret realm," Xia Wanqing explained.
"Whether there is or not, we will search it ourselves," Zheng Yunhao said with a soft laugh.
"For now, I ask that you all refrain from resisting."
Xia Wanqing frowned slightly and was about to open the Imperial Painting when Xu Zimo stopped her.
"The imperial intent will diminish with every bit used. Save it for a critical moment.
"I'll deal with these few myself."
Xu Zimo stepped forward one pace at a time, looking rather bored.
"Young and foolish, yet your confidence is not bad," said the ancestor on the left among the Three Talents Ancestors behind them.
The so-called Three Talents were heaven, earth, and man.
The three of them stepped forward, their momentum majestic as their long robes fluttered in the wind.
Three longswords of differing attributes floated in the void.
"Will you surrender without a fight, or must we make our move?" the Three Talents Ancestors asked.
"Come at me together," Xu Zimo said with a wave of his hand and a smile.
The three exchanged glances, each faintly enraged.
With a low shout, they gripped their respective Three Talents Swords and descended from the sky, surrounding Xu Zimo within.
The Three Talents Swords emitted three dazzling rays of light.
They enveloped Xu Zimo in the shape of a triangle.
These were three kinds