CHAPTER 1711: CHAPTER 1711: WES MATTHEWS, YOU’RE BEING FOOLISH!

Demon Fiend Hall.

"Hall Master, going against the Celestial Palace is like an old man hanging himself, tired of living long! You cannot be so headstrong!"

Wes Matthews, with a burly appearance and an upright face, was full of anger: "Although you are the Hall Master, the Demon Fiend Hall isn’t solely yours. Where do you place the lives of so many disciples?"

The Hall Master, Xander Frost, had a lean figure and a hard, cold expression: "There’s no need to argue about this anymore. You don’t know the foundation and strength of the Heavenly Alliance. The Celestial Palace’s downfall is already a certainty; this is an opportunity for the Demon Fiend Hall to rise to a higher level!"

Wes Matthews frowned: "Foundation and strength? Then why don’t you tell us? You are keeping everyone in the dark, what’s the point of that?"

Xander Frost shook his head: "I cannot say!"

Wes Matthews shouted angrily: "This concerns the survival of the Sect, why can’t you say?"

Xander Frost’s tone was resolute: "I have reasons for not saying. In short, you only need to know that the Alliance Hierarch of the Heavenly Alliance comes from the High Immortal Realm and is backed by powerful forces. The Celestial Palace will inevitably be overturned, and that is enough!"

High Immortal Realm!

Wes Matthews was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief as he asked: "A powerful force from the High Immortal Realm?"

Xander Frost nodded: "The High Immortal Realm dominates the Middle Immortal Realm; the Middle Immortal Realm dominates the Lower Immortal Realm. It’s like big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimp. The Thunder Immortal Realm is at quite a distance from the nearest High Immortal Realm, which is why it was previously not given much attention by them."

"Now, their eyes have fallen upon this Immortal Domain, and they have sent people to occupy it, to establish a new order, making the entire Thunder Immortal Realm exist dependent on the High Immortal Realm. Since they have arrived, this is an unstoppable great force."

Wes Matthews muttered in a low voice: "Nico Weaver was said to have the qualification to break through the Great Land Supreme long ago but had been delayed due to the disappearance of Alfred Weaver. Now, he has gone outside for five hundred years and hasn’t returned; perhaps he has become Great Land Supreme, if he returns..."

Xander Frost shook his head: "It’s useless. We all know, Nico Weaver is indeed a remarkable talent. Without any background strength, he relied on his own immortal fortune and carved out a sky, eventually becoming Domain Master."

"I admire him for that point; I am not as good as him. But even if he becomes Great Land Supreme, he can’t stop the merger plan of the Heavenly Alliance. There is no shortage of Great Land Supremes in the forces behind the Heavenly Alliance. How can a newcomer, Nico Weaver, who just broke through to Great Land Supreme be enemies with the great force of the High Immortal Realm?"

Wes Matthews’s face turned pale, his body weakened, and he sat down on the chair: "Even so, the battle between the Celestial Palace and the Heavenly Alliance will surely be extremely dangerous. We can completely choose to stay out of it. There’s no need to get ourselves involved in this!"

Xander Frost sighed and said: "Under the overturned nest, there is no intact egg. Since they have set sights on us, do we have any room to refuse? Even if temporarily they refrain from dealing with us, once they take down the Celestial Palace, those who refused them will inevitably face retribution."

"Either the merit of assisting the dragon, or the ghost under the sword—there’s no third path. Maybe the super forces like the Top Ten Immortal Sects might have the qualification to negotiate and refuse, but we, the Demon Fiend Hall, do not have that kind of strength."

"Although they seem polite, we actually have no choice. Given this, why not gamble? Even if something unexpected happens, at most, we go back with them to the High Immortal Realm and depend on that great force. Things might not be worse than they are now, and moreover, such a possibility is practically nonexistent!"

Wes Matthews’s expression became quite pale, with terror and guilt in his eyes: "Hall Master... let’s run!"

Xander Frost looked at Wes Matthews’s pale complexion, furrowed his brows, and his face gradually turned stern: "What have you done?"

Wes Matthews spoke with difficulty: "I sent a secret letter to the Celestial Palace."

Tripp Nixon and Fisher James, who were silently listening on the side, suddenly stood up, glaring angrily at Wes Matthews.

"Wes Matthews! You sold us out?"

"What did you tell the Celestial Palace?"

Xander Frost’s face changed drastically, but instead of erupting in anger, he said with a grim face: "Did you tell them everything about us?"

Wes Matthews dared not face the staring eyes of the three, covered his face with his hand, and said painfully: "Yes, you wouldn’t tell me the truth; I kept asking, but you insisted on going your own way. Many people below also don’t understand; they’re all scared. I felt like if things continued this way, the Demon Fiend Hall would be destroyed sooner or later, so I sent a letter to the Celestial Palace..."

Xander Frost sighed: "I told you, I have reasons that I can’t speak of. Otherwise, I would have informed you long ago—honestly tell me, what was your original intention for reporting us? Was it to rise to power or to protect the Demon Fiend Hall?"

Wes Matthews turned red: "I indeed had some selfish motives, but the biggest aim was still to protect the Demon Fiend Hall; tens of thousands of disciples in the Demon Fiend Hall can’t be utterly wiped out just because of your madness..."

At this point, things were already clear.

Xander Frost, due to special reasons, couldn’t explain clearly, causing Wes Matthews to think Xander Frost had gone mad for power, recklessly gambling, believing he would lead Demon Fiend Hall to the path of destruction, therefore reported him to the Celestial Palace in return.

Xander Frost looked at Wes Matthews and sighed: "Ah, you’re muddled!"