Ruthless Spear Thunder Sect
Lin Xiang felt his intrigue increase. He didn't jump out to take any foolish action, but calmly listen in on their conversation.
One of the spear robe Divine Tyrant coldly chuckled. "And here I thought you all can put more of a fight. You did follow a genius with a Heavenly Physique. Ah well, makes everything easier for us."
The cruel laughter that followed afterward was like pounding screeches for the Black Sword sect cultivators.
They all were beaten down. But the fire did not leave their eyes. One of them spat out in a vicious tone, "Even as we'll die here, Bai Shun will already be far away from you! Your master will only receive a miserable defeat in the end."
"Is that right?" The leader of the spear robe people curled his lips. "What does it matter if we waste time talking to you or slowly catch up with her? By now, she most likely either willingly submitted or forcefully captured or dead. Either, everything is in our favor. Now die."