First kill a righteous cultivator, then kill a devil cultivator.
Yan Zhaoge had never considered such a thought, nor did he need to.
Yan Zhaoge snorted disdainfully at Fang Kan's words that he would be surrounded and attacked by Water Crystal Palace, Myriad Sword Pool and the Blood Dragon Sect.
The Righteous and Evil sides were in a stalemate, and his existence could break this stalemate.
Because of Fang Zhaohong's death, he had fought with Fang Kan. But before he could confirm that he truly stood on the side of the demonic path, the other righteous path sects would have to be extremely cautious. Otherwise, they would have given the demonic path a chance for nothing.
There could only be one reason why Yan Zhaoge had targeted the Evil Saint Lin Qiancheng.
In appearing here, while it seemed like he was expressing goodwill and lending a helping hand to Yan Zhaoge, he was actually pushing the blame of being from the Sacred Evil Sect onto Yan Zhaoge's head.
His ulterior motives were as clear as day as it was equivalent to him having tricked Yan Zhaoge, forcing him to stand on his side.
Even as he stirred up the waters, Yan Zhaoge deeply suspected that Lin Qiancheng himself had some sort of special plan in wanting to fish in troubled waters.
Perhaps as Lin Qiancheng saw it, while Yan Zhaoge possessed shocking potential and strength, he was still only at the sixth or seventh level of the Martial Grandmaster realm at the end of the day. Faced with Myriad Sword Pool and Spirit Rhino Island going all out, he would still be unable to resist them at the end of the day.
Even if he was dissatisfied, he could only join the Demonic Dao in order to not die in Fang Kan's hands.
However, he didn't expect that when he forced a snake into its hole, it wasn't a grass snake, but a true dragon!
Having refined the Northern Ocean Clone, an early Essence Talisman Martial Grandmaster, Yan Zhaoge, had directly counter-killed a Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster, Fang Kan of the seven great heavyweights of Good!
He had originally thought that this was a pawn that could be cultivated and used, but it turned out to be someone who was on the same level as him in terms of strength!
As a result, tragedy befell Fang Kan, and Lin Qiancheng did not have it easy either.
He immediately realized the consequences of what he had done.
"Trust me, I don't like to hold grudges, really." Yan Zhaoge smiled coldly as he looked at Lin Qiancheng, "If there is any enmity that can be avenged on the spot, I will do so on the spot. A gentleman does not bear grudges that have been kept for a long time, right?"
You tricked me, so I naturally have to get back at you.
I don't know what you're planning, but I'm going to ruin it for you.
Yan Zhaoge smiled coldly. With but a thought, the Northern Ocean Clone directly stabbed out with his spear towards Lin Qiancheng.
Lin Qiancheng's entire body was enveloped in a black fog, his two eyes bright like starlight.
There was no sound coming from the black fog. Only the star-like eyes flashed slightly.
Streams of black qi suffused the air, blocking Yan Zhaoge's Northern Ocean Clone's attack while he himself rapidly fled into the distance.
The true essence of both sides clashed in the air. It seemed lively, but Lin Qiancheng was bent on retreating, and the two sides did not engage in a true battle of life and death.
Such an action, in the eyes of others, inevitably gave rise to many speculations.
Those who had already been suspicious of Yan Zhaoge in the first place grew even more suspicious, feeling that Lin Qiancheng was intentionally helping Yan Zhaoge, the two of them acting.
The Chief of Myriad Sword Pool, Yan Gang, was a little hesitant as he did not dare to wield the Floating Sinking Sword with all his might, lest he fall into a trap as he guarded against Yan Zhaoge and Lin Qiancheng suddenly joining forces to attack him.
Like this, Lin Qiancheng was a Martial Saint at the end of the day. As he did not linger in battle as he only wanted to flee, Yan Zhaoge's Northern Ocean Clone having just been refined would be hard pressed to keep him there despite its great speed.
However, Yan Zhaoge was not despondent as a thoughtful expression instead appeared on his face.
Looking at Lin Qiancheng's departing figure, Yan Zhaoge suddenly laughed, "You cultivate in the Illusory Shadow Demonic Art, right? Its power is indeed unordinary, its variations unpredictable, making it hard for others to see through your foundation. "
"Like an illusory shadow, it is hard for the attacks of others to hit you. At the same cultivation level, martial practitioners who cultivate in the Illusory Shadow Demonic Art are extremely hard to kill. Even opponents who are stronger than you would be hard pressed to kill you. In the Vast Ocean World, I even suspect that you are the hardest person to kill."
Yan Zhaoge said leisurely, "Still, that is under normal circumstances."
"If this demonic art is not cultivated to the peak of the tenth level of the Illusory Shadow Demonic Art, you will be in a state of weakness for a full nine days out of every month's thirty days."
"You are at the first level of the Martial Saint realm. Normally speaking, you should be at the seventh level of the Illusory Shadow Demonic Art, at most reaching the eighth level."
Yan Zhaoge smiled rather maliciously, "When you are in a state of weakness, your devilish art will be unstable, your body even having your true essence leaking out uncontrollably, exposing your tracks. You better hide well these few days."
In the distance, Lin Qiancheng's figure did not cease as he vanished into the horizon.
However, the minds of all the Vast Ocean World martial practitioners present wavered for a moment as they seemed to have seen that lofty Evil Saint's entire body shake as he staggered slightly.
Everyone looked at each other. "Are we hallucinating?"
While others might have seen wrongly, Yan Gang who wielded the Floating Sinking Sword would definitely not have seen wrongly.
There was only one explanation for that. Yan Zhaoge's words were true.
The spirits of all the martial practitioners of Good rose slightly.
Exchanging glances, Elder Dong and Zhang Haocheng of Water Crystal Palace could both see the shock in the other's eyes.
Zhang Haocheng said hesitantly, "If I do not remember wrongly, all these years, when news of the Evil Saint has not appeared of his own accord, it seems to be on days like the first, fifth, tenth, eleventh and fifteenth of the month?"
Elder Dong closed his eyes, earnestly recalling for a while before he opened them and nodded slowly, "That's right! On the first, fifth, or tenth of the month, while not all nine days are occupied, they are within this range. "
Zhang Haocheng wrung his hands, "If we had not acted, we would not have known that the Evil Saint had been in a weakened state at the time. Otherwise, this would have been a good time to deal with him. He would not even have been able to conceal his tracks, missing out on so many opportunities for nothing."
It was true that the Evil Saint was powerful, but what was most troublesome was that his movements were unpredictable, his thoughts hard to grasp.
A Water Crystal Palace martial practitioner secretly asked via sound transmission, "Could it be yet another trap, a lie that they have colluded with?"
Elder Dong said, "If it is a lie, the Evil Saint's actions over the long years have all been in preparation for this lie."
"However, as long as we are cautious enough, this lie will not have much effect. The risks far outweigh the benefits, the returns much lower than the costs."
Looking at Yan Zhaoge, he sighed lightly, "If it is to help this youth gain his trust, it is also completely not worth it."
Zhang Haocheng looked first at Yan Zhaoge and then at the Northern Ocean Clone beside him, smiling bitterly, "Even if the two of them are colluding, it is also impossible for this Young Master Yan to be of the Sacred Evil Sect. He is able to speak on equal terms with any expert of this world."
However, if Yan Zhaoge was not a descendant of the Sacred Evil Sect, where did the forces of Good start suspecting him from?
Everyone exchanged looks, smiling bitterly.
With such great strength, how could they hope for him to just sit there and wait for death when facing Fang Kan? He was not a fool.
Even the Chief of Myriad Sword Pool, Yan Gang, felt a headache coming on. At the end of the day, it was still because Yan Zhaoge was too powerful.
If such a person was confirmed to be an enemy, there would be nothing to say. They would just do what they had to do, everyone relying on their own methods.
However, if it was a neutral person, forcing him to the side of Evil, wouldn't that just be looking for trouble for themselves?
Therefore, looking at Yan Zhaoge, they all felt their balls aching for a time …
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