Mysterious Altar True Person wheeled around, his silver hair whipping wildly in the wind like a demon.
"Wutong Old Devil!" His voice rasped like rusty iron scraping. "You can have seventy percent of the spoils from Xuanchi Island!"
The devil called Wutong Old Devil was using his unique spell, the Wolf-Riding Escape Technique. The demonic wolf beneath him streaked along like lightning, its four hooves treading empty air as it raced through the wind.
At Mysterious Altar True Person's words, Wutong Old Devil was momentarily stunned, his astonishment plain on his face.
Under their original agreement, he would receive only forty percent of the spoils from Xuanchi Island. After all, Xuantan was an expert at the middle Golden Core stage.
Now Mysterious Altar True Person had actually offered him seventy percent. The sudden change left him somewhat puzzled.
"Xuantan, what do you mean by this?" Wutong Old Devil stared at Mysterious Altar True Person with sinister eyes, a note of wariness in his hoarse voice.
Mysterious Altar True Person gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Just help me kill that brat Qing Chen! Not severely wound him, much less drive him away."
Wutong Old Devil paused briefly, then let out a strange, rasping laugh. "That brat Qing Chen—though I haven't seen him fight myself, he must have inherited the true teachings of True Person Budong of the Condensed Jade Sect.
"His body must be immensely powerful. Ordinary spells would probably do no more than tickle him. Besides, he cultivates both body and magic, leaving no openings in either close combat or ranged attacks.
"As I see it, without three Golden Core True Persons joining forces to surround him, there's little hope of putting him down!"
A ruthless gleam flashed through Mysterious Altar True Person's eyes. He said gravely, "That's why