The three lords from Dark Realm turned as cold as ice. They weren’t actually afraid. Sun Moon was powerful and ancient but not to the point where they needed to run.

Dark Realm wasn’t on the same level as Mount Potala, Senluo, and Mount Yin Yang. However, it was still a top heretical faction in Jin and part of the Great Powers List.

Feiyun’s group was ready to watch the show. There was no need for them to antagonize the Dark Realm then. This messenger clearly wanted the spirit fruit tree, ready to kill anyone in her way.

Siwan was smart enough to only tell the messenger about the tree and nothing about her fruits. She naturally wanted them for herself instead of handing it to the sect.

“Qiu Linggu, you want to fight the three of us alone? You’re overestimating yourself.” Gu Bazhi uttered coldly.

His black finger slightly moved. The tough nails looked...