Advance

The four of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the four monks in grey flutter away. Their bodies collapsed as they fell to the floor; they laid on the ground with no intentions of moving at all.

Recalling what just happened, the fact that they had almost lost their lives was thrilling – their hearts were beating like drums in a festival.

"Sigh… the Centurion is really…" Ning Zhongyuan shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Ning Boyuan was taking deep breaths as he replied, "What are you trying to say?"

Ning Zhongyuan shook his head again. "Sooner or later, we're going to die because of his tricks!"

"Brother Zhongyuan, what do you mean?" Dong Qifei quickly asked.