Zhang Yao clapped his hands together, stood up, and moved beside Zhou Tianyi, speaking indifferently:
"Great scheme! I never thought you'd be after my life too."
"But I'm far from done living. If you want my life, come and take it yourself!"
"Indeed!"
Lord Bai, Lord Liang, and Elder Cen also stood up, holding spiritual artifacts, ready for battle, their expressions cold and resolved, clearly prepared to fight to the death.
"If you want our heads, then let's see true strength under your hands!"
The tense atmosphere instantly filled the entire conference hall, the scent of gunpowder nearly pungent.
"Sirs."
Li Shuixian suddenly spoke, stepping with two other stewards to stand beside Chief Steward Jin:
"Think it through carefully."
She looked at the Taihe Sect Leader, Du Men Zeng Clan Patriarch, and other uncertain Foundation Establishment powerhouses, with a hint of threat in her calm tone:
