The old Daoist Guan Xu was furious.
“Those despicable dogs who can’t stand the light are truly hateful. The Lord Xuandu of my Tushita Palace must have been harmed in a similar way as well—someone dragged him out of the Heavenly Tomb.”
The former direct disciple of Grand Supreme had already become the Blood Xuandu of the present age. These people had even dared to act against the Dao Sovereign. Their audacity was evident.
Yin Jiuxu stared murderously at the forked path within the Flesh-and-Blood Gate. Liu Mo spoke up.
“Looking at it from another angle, the moment the Dao Sovereign slightly revived, they decisively withdrew. This is enough to show that the Heaven's Chosen Organization is negligent to the extreme. They simply didn’t dare act recklessly.”
That was the might displayed by this supreme powerhouse of the Yin-Yang Dao Arena during his lifetime.
“Seen in that light, the Yin-Yang Soul-Fixing Copper Coin, this key, must have fallen into the hands of the Heaven’s Chosen Organization at the very beginning. These people’s senses are even keener than a Heavenly Dog’s nose. As expected, everyone has their own specialty.”
Everyone had to admire their extraordinary patience; they had waited several thousand years. It was likely that several generations of the organization’s members had already changed. However, some of the old monsters at the very top might still be alive.