<h4>Chapter 3898: The Gate Won’t Open</h4>


    The appearance of the four garnered everyone’s attention.


    “This brat got the ck metal.” Someone brought this up. Greed immediately shed in many cultivators’ eyes.


    “He’s still alive, the metal must be on him right now.” A big shot murmured. Even top characters couldn’t hide their desire.


    First, this metal yed a pivotal part in the ascension of the previous dao lord. Putting that aside, what it has shown so far while being in Li Qiye’s possession was enough to tempt anyone.


    Three shes and the wild child were virtually peerless among the young generation of the southern West King. Both were dead now, killed by a weak cultivator due to the metal.


    It appeared that possessing this frightening treasure would allow one to dominate Eight Desces. Plus, it contained supreme grand dao as well, meaning that it would be immensely beneficial for a n or sect - the same as possessing a top scripture.


    “If I can get it...” A big shot still in stealth muttered under his breath.


    All in all, those in the know thought that their life would soar to the apex after seizing the metal from Li Qiye.


    “Close the gate!” The Biandu n Mastermanded.


    The disciples from the n were surprised for a bit before following his order.


    “Bam!” The Buddhist gate shut tightly.


    Those nearby exchanged nces after seeing this development and understood the reason. Three shes was killed by Li Qiye at Dark Abyss. This was an irreconcble feud; the n naturally wanted revenge.


    This was one way to do it, not allowing Li Qiye’s group to seek safety in ck Wood Cliff from the monsters.


    The guy wouldn’t be able to handle the hellish horde regardless of his devilish abilities. All of them would be decimated soon enough.


    Remember, even Buddha Supreme and his peers had a tough time, let alone Li Qiye’s group. Thus, everyone assumed the worst for them.


    “The result of opposing the Biandu.” Someone from thest generation murmured.


    This was the reason why the big shots didn’t want to mess with the Biandu in ck Wood Cliff. They have been the local tyrant for generations now and had plenty of methods to deal with enemies.


    A young expert snorted and said: “He brought this upon himself since the Biandu wouldn’t show mercy. Numerous stronger beings than him were killed by them. His treasures don’t matter anymore.”


    “Amitabha.” A high monk from heavenly Dragon Temple ced his palms together and said: “n Master, this ce exists to protect the people. This is the will of the dao lords and wise sages. Now, you’re purposely keeping someone out with malice, it is going against their will.”


    All eyes turned towards the n master. After all, the temple had a pivotal position in the holy ground. No one would dare to underestimate them.


    In fact, one could argue that the temple had more influence than the current leader - Vajra Dynasty.


    “It’s toote.” The n master seriously responded: “The horde is almost here. If we don’t close the gate early, we’re putting all of ck Wood at risk, no, all of Buddha Holy Ground and West King, Eight Desces too.”


    This was clearly an excuse because people could see that the monsters were still far away. There was plenty of time to let Li Qiye’s group in but he wanted to avenge his son.


    “There’s still enough time.” One big shot said: “Let them in.”


    “Indeed, the army isn’t here yet.” Another ancestor added.


    “We can spare this much time to save him.” Others started chiming in.


    These powerful beings urged the n master to help Li Qiye. Of course, this had nothing to do with benevolence andpassion.


    As long as Li Qiye came in, anything was possibleter. This included their chance to seize the metal from him.


    “One man’s life can’tpare to the safety of the world.” The Praetor spoke: “We can’t jeopardize ck Wood’s safety. Plus, it is his fault for not returning fast enough after hearing the warnings. The n master has nothing to do with him being killed by the monsters.”


    This was another man whose son was killed by Li Qiye. He shared the same goal as the Biandu n Master - wanting to see Li Qiye being trampled by the army. In fact, he was gritting his teeth as he spoke.


    “Yes, think of the bigger picture.” The n master said firmly: “Anyone who tries to open the gate will be our enemy.”


    His aggression shut everyone up. His n was in charge of the gate and others didn’t want a direct confrontation right now.


    By this point, Li Qiye’s group made it to the front of the gate. He smiled after seeing this scene.


    “Open the gate, let us in.” Yang Ling knocked on the gate.


    “The monstrous horde ising so the gate is sealed, you are on your own.” The Biandu n Master coldly uttered.


    “They’re not here.” Yang Ling looked back. It was obvious that this army still had a way to go before reaching the shore.


    “This gate will not open.” The n master asserted - his goal became clearer and clearer.


    “Can’t you see?” Li Qiye smiled and told Yang Ling: “He wants to keep us outside of the wall so that the monsters can trample us. This is to avenge their son.”


    “It is karma.” The n master sneered: “I’m not the one pushing you off the edge, it is your greed for only caring about treasures and not returning on time. We’re not to be med for this.”