Chapter 337: Jinyun Tower

every one of them wore an expression of dejection, lamenting that such a great opportunity had passed them by.>For one hour, there was no respite, and the blood-red beam erupted once again.After just...On Lingfeng Peak of Wolong Mountain, the headmaster, who had received a message from Lu Ye again, looked extremely agitated. “He’s gone rogue! This boy is going against heaven!”

"Tang Lao, don't panic, what happened" said Pang Zhen eagerly.

"This brat actually told me, 'Give me three days, and I'll raze the Golden Cloud Pavilion's headquarters to the ground, or else my thoughts will become muddled in the future!' What kind of nonsense is this He's utterly disrespectful. Oh, it's been decades since our Bi Xue Sect accepted a new disciple. Have I forgotten how to discipline them It seems I've been neglecting my duties as their teacher."

He put on a sorrowful expression, but anyone with eyes could see through his intentions.

Pang Zhen also couldn't reply. He couldn't just play along with her. After all, he was the deputy leader of Haotiantian Alliance, and he had to maintain his dignity.

The old man from Wanmo Ridge frowned and, after a long silence, managed to spit out a single sentence: "Tell him to go straight to Jinyun Tower. Along the way, if he dares to touch any other Wanmo Ridge outpost, we Wanmo Ridge will fight with Haotiang Alliance until both of us are destroyed. This is my oath!"

Páng Zhèn's expression turned solemn.

The headmaster nodded. “I will make him understand, urging him to consider the bigger picture.”

In the Lingxi battlefield, Lu Ye investigated the message from the headmaster, knowing that things had developed to this point, and there was no way to continue.

Since he and his fellow cultivators emerged from Tiānyán Sect, they have rallied two Heavenly Alliance armies over the past month. They have successively conquered over a hundred forces in Wànmó Lǐng, reaping immense gains for themselves while inflicting heavy losses on their enemies.

>>>To be sure, with his abilities, he could still open up more battlefields and seize even more Daemonhold strongholds. But doing so would only push the Daemonhold into a final, desperate conflict with us.

He wasn't afraid of death, but if he died, that great battle would be unavoidable. Then, countless people in the Jinyun Building would perish. The killing prowess of a top swordsman was no joke."That mark of yours from the battlefield..."Ying Wuji immediately shut his mouth. Turning back, he couldn't help but change color. Behind him, countless streams of light gathered into a fiery torrent,...