Dao Yi frowned, not expecting the Yanhuang Federation's moves to be so unexpected.
In front of him, the man named Feng Zhouzi, known by the Daoist name Fan Zhou, was someone Dao Yi had heard of before.
This person, whether in terms of insight or the Daoist career forged under the Heavenly Person, was the most satisfactory disciple of Xuan Chongyang in nearly a million years.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a pawn of the Yanhuang Federation.
Dao Yi's expression gradually turned cold. The Federation indeed had impressive means. Just several Heavenly Venerables stepping forward, willing to sacrifice themselves to suppress the Death Demon, shook the consensus he had previously reached with All Real Saints.
At this moment, even Xuan Chongyang, originally an ally of his, was expressionless, ignoring his sound transmission.
Dao Yi suddenly furrowed his brow.
Did Xuan Chongyang really have no awareness beforehand?
