This time, the Star-Picking Sect would take seventy percent of the Primordial Sect's resources, Mist Rain Tower would take thirty percent, and the Celestial Spirit Palace would get Jinyun Valley. As for the other Evil Cultivators and Loose Cultivators, they would feed on the scraps left behind by these three major powers.
The question now before them was how to deal with the group in their way and ascend Primordial Mountain.
"Chief Huang's courage is commendable..."
Qu Ming extended a hand, halting the movements of the Mist Rain Tower and Star-Picking Sect members. He looked directly at Huang Shiwo. "Are you truly certain you want to live and die with the Primordial Sect? I'll give you one last chance!"
"Thank you for your kind offer, Palace Master."
Huang Shiwo flicked a finger, and a small, twin-handled tripod began to WHIR around him. Before everyone's eyes, it split into nine, with streams of lightning coursing within each small tripod.
Chen Che's heart stirred.
