Qiu Jinglong and Huai Chenghua fell unconscious from the strike of the Suanni beast, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. The only one wide awake, Ding Gaolang, knelt on the ground, even afraid to lift his head. The threat of the Lunjiang Martial Arts Arena had been reduced to zero.
Two black-armored warriors jumped off the war chariot, hoisted Bo Shan and Pang Yan onto the vehicle, and then the spirit beasts turned around huffing and puffing. The wheels of the war chariot made a grating noise as they scraped the ground. The chariot quickly disappeared into the distance, leaving behind only the wreckage of the hall and three wounded martial artists from the Mortal Realm.
They came in like thunder, and left like wind.
Ding Gaolang spat out another mouthful of blood, and only then did his heart return to its place after hearing the fading sound of the chariot. He had, after all, survived.
