The sudden shout plunged the bustling Mountain God Temple into a dead silence.
The early morning was still, and a thin mist shrouded the mountains.
'Is it them?'
Zhao Sheng was also stunned.
He never would have imagined that the ones who spoke were the three cultivators his master had been watching.
He turned to look at his master, but Wu Derong's face was ashen—he was terrified! Four to five hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators and five Golden Core cultivators were here preparing to establish a sect, and someone suddenly said, 'Everyone's here. It's time to make our move.' What did that mean?
They had walked into an ambush!
And he wasn't the only one who thought so.
"What's going on? Were we lured here?"
"Or is the Alliance Leader a fake? Is the Star-Picking Sect a fake, too? Is this a deliberate plot by the Primordial Sect to wipe us all out in one fell swoop?"
"To deal with a group like us, the Primordial Sect must have sent half their members..."
