"How should I know where they went? I came out with the rest of you!"
Zheng Tianrong snapped back irritably.
At the same time, his expression turned ugly.
Eleven Level 7 Martial Spirits... Even with his strength as a Level 9 Martial Spirit, it would have taken him a while to kill them all. Yet they had vanished in such a short amount of time.
And what's more, there was no sign of them, dead or alive. What on earth had happened?
"Zheng Tianrong, don't tell me your men captured Chu Qingyun and are trying to keep the Saint Extreme Points for themselves?"
"That's unlikely. We all saw Chu Qingyun's strength earlier. He's probably no weaker than a Level 8 Martial Spirit. A few mere Level 7 Martial Spirits shouldn't be a match for him..."
"Then where are they!? Don't tell me Chu Qingyun captured all of them!"
"This..."
The last thirty or so people began to argue outside the Fire Poison District.
