Chapter 422 - Singing Another Tune (2/2)
The other two bobbed.
The four of them were a clique. With three of them coerced into working under Zhuo Fan, the day would come when they’d have to kill their brother.
So having the old third join the gang in one big happy family worked out smashingly.
Zhuo Fan shook his head, “No need, one less won’t make a difference.”
The three looked downcast. [Steward Zhuo never gave a hoot about us.]
It was best to play it safe and not get on the young master’s nerve.
They reckoned not even Li Jingtian could take his punishment if he did. While they would downright breathe their last in the process. [Better wag my tail at every order.]
[Luo clan is a den of monsters. We are three Radiant Stage experts here, yet this young master doesn’t bat an eye.]
Tears welled up again, the fond times of being at the top seemed so far away…
“You three, the fighting isn’t over. Go lend a hand!” Zhuo Fan glanced at the slaughter below and ordered.
They shuddered.
The fighting was one-sided to begin with and them going would only speed things up. Zhuo Fan was having them go for another reason, to make them kill their own disciples.
A second ago they were still Hell Valley’s Venerables, yet in the next moment they were ordered to go kill their own clansmen. It was a little hard to take.
“Steward Zhuo, a man of power should look after the ones below him. How about I try and get Hell Valley’s disciples to join the Luo clan?” High Venerable looked on pleading.
Li Jingtian nodded, “It’s not a bad idea, Steward…”
“Kill!”
Zhuo Fan snapped, “Your status in Luo clan is based solely on merit. With no merit, we’ll be off with your head. Luo clan does not raises pansies!”
Sss~
Zhuo Fan clearly wanted Hell Valley dead to the last man, dog and weed.
If the three Venerables dragged their feet any longer, they’d soon join the bloody mud.
This wasn’t as simple as turning coats, but was cutting off any relation with Hell Valley. And these three were demonic cultivators, without shame or remorse. Now that they had grasped a lifeline, would they let it get cut over something as insipid as integrity?
The three swooped in without preamble.
They had tried their best to plead the kids’ case to Zhuo Fan. [It’s not our fault Zhuo Fan wants us to kill you.]
“Kill, brothers. Stand your ground!”
One tall disciple shouted, waving his sinister sabre, pushing back the five enemies around, “I’ve already notified the Venerables. They will soon provide help. Just hold on!”
Whoosh~
A grey robe appeared before him,
The disciple shouted in joy, “High Venerable, you’re finally…”
Pff!
The bright smile froze on his face as his chest gained an extra large breathing room, with blood seeping out.
The High Venerable flashed to his next target. Just that this one, who had been holding on for the better part of an hour, froze on his spot as happiness was replaced with doubt.
[What the hell? Why is the High Venerable attacking us?]
In this moment of greatest doubt in his life, he lost his life.
Each Venerable flitted across the battlefield, across every corner.
Because they were Radiant Stage experts who were Hell Valley’s Venerables, once they joined the war effort, they mowed down the disciples by the scores.
Zhuo Fan watched it all with a cold critical eye and a snicker.
Li Jingtian didn’t get it, “Steward Zhuo, why did you shoot down that old guy’s proposal…”
“In times of war, one needs to avoid surrendering before even battling. We are on the brink of clashing with Regent Estate and I can’t have unknowns left in our midst. If anything, I don’t have enough Bloodworms to control them all.”
Zhuo Fan’s eyes flashed, “Besides, what Luo clan lacks is experts. These three coots got invited to cover this weakness. Letting them come on board with their entire clan will make this harder, maybe even capsize us.”
Li Jingtian shuddered inside and cupped his hands, “I am in awe of Steward Zhuo’s impeccable scheming.”