"You want the Immortal Dao to hand over Lu Ren?"
The Void Sect Master had yet to speak.
A furious shout rang out behind him, firm as a blade striking stone: "In your dreams!"
The speaker was an old Buddhist Dao monk. He stepped forward, his voice booming like a great bell. "Even if the Myriad Heavens and Worlds suffer a crushing defeat in the Righteous Path Arena today, even if we shed our last drop of blood, we will never yield to your Evil Dao and hand over a single one of our young prodigies!"
"Exactly!"
An elder of the Ghost Dao, wreathed in ghostly energy, stepped forward as well. His voice was hoarse but rang with conviction. "Why do these old bones of ours stand here, building the walls of the Domain Pass with our own flesh and blood? To protect the younger generation so they can truly grow!"
"And when their wings are fully grown, your Evil Dao will meet its end!" another Immortal Dao elder declared, his face set with the resolve to die.
For a moment, the powerhouses of the Immortal Dao, Buddhist Dao, Ghost Dao... all across the Heavens Alliance stood more united than ever, sharing one enemy, their spirit soaring like a rainbow.
"Fully grown wings? The end of our Evil Dao?"
At their words, the Deathflame Evil Scion let out a low, cold laugh, as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
He slowly shook his head, his voice laced with the scorn of one who knew the darkness in every heart. "You think that if you wait for those Battle Bodies to grow up, you can defeat us?"
"How naive... how pitiful."
His voice abruptly sharpened, every word striking at their hearts. "Remember this: every living being harbors