Wen Qingye had hardly said a word from the very beginning. His gaze rested calmly on Huang Zhentian and the others from Taiyi Pavilion ahead.
'Taiyi Pavilion's influence is indeed formidable,' he mused. 'To destroy them, I must first clip their wings.'
But destroying Taiyi Pavilion or clipping its wings were both incredibly difficult tasks. The Celestial Profound Sect and its allies, however, were undoubtedly the sharpest sword for the job.
At that moment, Huang Zhentian's eyes twitched. He gave a subtle signal to the men from the Heaven-Burying Sect beside him. They had been itching for a fight, and upon receiving his glance, they acted as if they'd been given a royal decree, charging madly toward Wen Qingye.
"Wen Qingye, die!"
"Your life is mine!"
