Zhao Xing was not afraid that the Jiuyou God would delay time. Upon discovering so many strong individuals in Guiyang City, and to prevent excessive losses for the Ten Suns Army, he had already ordered a retreat. The longer they waited, the further the Ten Suns Army would travel.
"The strong from the Guiyuan Sect have offered their power to me."
"So it is." The Jiuyou God's gaze was icy: "I suggested long ago that the Wu Yue God should kill these ingrates to prevent them from turning against us. And now, they have indeed betrayed us."
"The one with the Dao gains much help, while the one without the Dao gains little," Zhao Xing retorted. "You call yourselves gods, blocking the ascending path to the heavens. So many exceptionally talented individuals are stuck in the Rule Realm, unable to ascend, fading away in frustration. How can you win their true loyalty?"
