"Junior Brother, Xuandu is really ruthless, something isn't right here." Li Changxi looked surprised: "He looked so harmless before, is he going to retire after pulling off this big job?"
Ji Changsheng said: "The dog that bites does not bark ... cough, cough. I misspoke; I should respect my old friend. That's what experts do. They rarely make moves, but when they do, it's often lethal. Xuandu wasn't harmless before. He just didn't make any moves during the Fated Calamity. And when he finally did, even Cundi was seriously injured."
Ji Changsheng pondered carefully. The Witch Monsters posed a significant threat to the survival of the human race, so naturally, Xuandu could not remain indifferent.
However, the Fated Calamity had nothing to do with the survival of the human race; essentially, it was a re-allocation of benefits among the Saints.
This had nothing to do with Xuandu.
During the Three Sects civil war, who could touch him?
