Xia Qianhe, long spear in his right hand, said gravely, "Young Hero Wen, rest assured. Many experts from my Three Realms Sect are on their way. We will absolutely safeguard the Celestial Martial Country."
Wen Qingye nodded. "I'm grateful, Master Xia."
Xia Qianhe laughed. "It's no trouble. The Three Realms Sect and the Heaven-Burying Sect share an irreconcilable hatred. I didn't come here this time just for you, Young Hero Wen."
The last purple-robed elder in the distance was no match for Gao Changtian to begin with. With the successive deaths of the black-robed elder and Zhang Da, he was thrown into a panic, and his techniques grew sloppy.
"SLICE!"
A beam of Gao Changtian's Sword Aura pierced the purple-robed elder's arm, sending blood spraying. The sudden pain seemed to sober him up.
'I can't escape... In that case, I'll fight to the death!'
