"Third senior brother, we..."
"Without the Saint Heir's orders, we act according to plan." Zhao Shize's eyes sharpened: "The more chaotic, the easier to strike."
The disciples of Wandao Sect quietly dispersed among the crowd, Zhao Shize's voice spread: "Fight while withdrawing, reinforcements will arrive soon, only escape, do not fight, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
This way, there's yet another reason.
Zhao Shize drew his sword.
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"It's better if they're all dead."
In the sky, Fu Hui sneered, then turned his head to look at the golden dragon head gradually disappearing atop Immortal Mountain, his eyes squinting.
"Is it Fu Lin or the ancestor?" Yuan Qian glanced at Fu Hui, his voice carrying uncertainty.
According to the previous intelligence, Fu Lin had already turned into a pitch-black dragon, not a hint of a golden dragon's appearance.
Fu Hui pondered: "Unclear, but there isn't a strong presence of the ancestor's aura here."
