"Hmph! I only regret that Martial Uncle Zhang couldn't wipe you all out when he was here!"
The gaunt cultivator spoke sharply.
"Heh, Wu Siqi, what nonsense are you spewing? If Zhang Daobai could really have done it, would he have kept us around?"
Zhu Rong from Huifeng Valley couldn't help but sneer.
Lin Boyue also shook his head:
"Master Wu, there's no need for any more false pretenses. We three sects can offer you one choice, either give up resistance and let me create a binding force on you. We will not harm your lives. Perhaps if your behavior is good in the future, we might even consider releasing the binding force on you.\"
"Or... Zhenling Palace will become history today!"
Upon hearing this, the gaunt cultivator's face finally turned serious:
"Lin Boyue, do you really want to make a decisive battle with Zhenling Palace?"
"Do you really think there are any other possibilities between us?"
Lin Boyue counter-asked.
"...Fine! Let it be a fight to the end then!"
