Dozens of minutes later.
Several figures once again descended from the sky.
Xu Xingke.
The Swordswoman.
And the "Dragon King" Cang Nanyan from the Human Martial Arts Group.
"Haha, these 'Catastrophes' dared to play a 'decapitation' strategy, yet they didn't expect us to have Xu Xingke." Cang Nanyan floated in mid-air, standing on two balls of raging flames, laughing loudly.
"It wasn't me, it was Shen Ye—Shen Ye said that the one who fled was doomed to die." Xu Xingke said.
The Swordswoman seemed to know more and asked with a smile:
"How's the disciple I found for you?"
Xu Xingke didn't answer but countered:
"Why did you make him my student?"
"You, you're too serious and rigid in your ways—Shen Ye, on the other hand, sings as he kills. I thought your two characters might stimulate each other's growth," said the Swordswoman, covering her mouth with a laugh.
"I wonder what's going on inside the Great Tomb right now." Xu Xingke changed the subject.
