Monk Xuanbei clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
At that moment, the killing intent in his heart surged to an explosive peak—not directed at the people around him, but at the Iron Sword Sect, the Danxia Sect, and the other powers who had turned on them.
'If they hadn't betrayed them at the critical moment... with six major powers and over a dozen Profound Mastery experts united, how could the government have dared to be so brazen?'
'Despicable!'
"Go!"
Monk Xuanbei squeezed a single word from between his teeth, turning to leave.
'This place has become a death trap. There's no point in staying.'
"Wait."
Chen Sheng's cold voice suddenly rang out:
"You come and go as you please? Do you really think this place is your Golden Spring Temple's private garden?"
Monk Xuanbei froze. He spun around, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
"What? Does Donor Chen intend to keep us here?"
