Bai Shengbo was fuming, cursing under his breath. There was no help in sight. They had marshaled a great force to regain the five tribes' lost glory, to kill Yang Zhen and seize the Tri-Floral Temple, perhaps even kidnapping the Tri-Floral Saintess and uncovering the enduring secrets hidden within her. Such a perfect plan.
It was a great dream, but reality... was a hard slap in the face.
His face was practically swollen from the blow. Bai Shengbo was in searing pain. His most prized disciple not only lost in a philosophical debate with Yang Zhen but also advanced several cultivation levels.
Even so, for two practitioners in the Circulation Phase to kill Yang Zhen should have been as easy as lifting a finger. But now?
That bastard Yang Zhen actually brought upon the heavenly punishment. Even Tai Zhongquan, that wily old man with his bushy eyebrows and big eyes, played him, almost leading him right into the Tribulation Cloud.
