Yun Che glanced at the three of them, his voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
"The greater good? Since when did traitors who collude with foreign enemies get to define the greater good?"
Ding Jian flicked his fly whisk, putting on an air of sanctimonious dignity.
"Those who follow heaven prosper; those who defy it perish. Obeying heaven and earth will is the greatest good of all."
"What bullshit. You're only following your own greed and selling out this world."
Yun Che flicked his raised hand, sending three needles of light condensed from the Grand Void straight at their brows.
"Since you've delivered yourselves to me, I'll deal with you traitors first today."
Already prepared, all three unleashed golden light to block the needles. Ding Jian sneered.
"You can barely save yourself, yet you still dare to boast. Today, we'll carry out heaven's justice and take your head to Chairman Wang for our reward!"
The three swept forward together, striking at Yun Che with three Heavenly Dao seals at once. All three were powerhouses who held seats on the Heavenly Dao Council, their cultivation in the half-step Immortal realm. The force of their combined strike was actually not much weaker than a joint attack from the three chairmen.
With his right arm injured, Yun Che could only fight with his left hand. Pure white Grand Void immortal essence surged in his left palm as he took all three Hand Seals head-on. As the shock wave exploded, he used the recoil to drift backward, sweeping his gaze across the entire battlefield.
The ten God Ancestors had already tied down the elite forces Niu Mang had brought. Wang Zhongwang still stood motionless in the void, clearly waiting to deal with him.
The silver-robed chairman and the Fusion War God were locked in a