Crisis

Mo Tiange had long known that Shangguan Yunhao would end up like this. Ren Yufeng loathed cultivation groups' high-aptitude disciples the most, and Shangguan Yunhao was obviously one, so how could he possibly have teamed up with Shangguan Yunhao sincerely?

Not only did he not have self-insight, but he was also as stupid as a pig. Shangguan Yunhao falling into this situation was well-deserved.

Nevertheless, a sliver of sadness still flitted across Elder Qingyi's and Elder Qingmiao's faces when they looked at his corpse. This was, in the end, the disciple they raised for more than a hundred years—how could they be completely indifferent upon seeing him die by someone else's hands?

As Ren Yufeng looked at the female cultivators before him, a gloomy smile slowly took shape on his face. "Since he's dead, it's your turn now!"