"Teng Li, do you really think our Liu Family is so easily bullied? Don't think we don't know your purpose—you want to force Xu Tianji to hand over the immortal scripture, don't you?"
Liu Jia gave a cold laugh.
Teng Huaxuan cut in, "Since you know, you should all the more hand Xu Tianji over. I am more qualified than Xu Tianji to cultivate the immortal scripture!"
"Teng Huaxuan, Xu Tianji once saved my life. How could I possibly hand him over?"
Liu Jia sneered.
Teng Huaxuan's eyes burst with unparalleled killing intent. Looking at Teng Li, he said, "Ancestor, charge straight into the Liu Family. I suspect Xu Tianji has already begun cultivating the immortal scripture. We must stop him. This is our Teng Family's only chance to rise!"
"Kill!"
Teng Li barked coldly.
At once, the dozen or so figures behind him formed a battle formation. Each possessed the Power of Ten Thousand Calamities or more, their strength converging as one.
Above their heads, countless sword shadows vaguely emerged, their might towering to the heavens.
Every one of those longswords contained boundless power, as though they could rip apart all things and cleave the void to pieces.
"That is the Teng Family's Nine Heavens Slaying Sword Formation!"
"Damn it, the Teng Family is smashing their cooking pots and sinking their boats—they'll pay any price to seize the immortal scripture!"
Everyone in the Liu Family wore extremely ugly expressions.
In their eyes, the Teng Family's attempt to seize Xu Tianji's immortal scripture had been an irrational act from the start. Even if they obtained it, so what?
Neither the Immortal Dao Palace's nor the Xu Family's fury was something the Teng Family could bear.
"They want to stake everything on Teng Huaxuan!"
The Liu Family ancestor's face darkened tremendously