"Heaven itself is on my side! Mo Qi, without those two old geezers, Yang Ming and Yu Liang, let's see how long you can keep up this arrogance!"
"Your life is mine, and the secrets of the Wailing Abyss will be mine too!"
Wang Xinglong looked at the message he had just received, the corners of his mouth turning up in a sinister grin.
He took out a Communication Talisman and sent his Divine Sense into it. "Diao Qing, you have three days to return."
A burst of screams from a bloody battle, along with pleas for mercy and wild, crazed laughter, came from the Communication Talisman.
After a long moment, an excited, bloodthirsty voice replied, "As you command, Master."
Just then, Xu He pushed the door open and walked in, followed by a young man whose eyes were filled with sorrow.
"Qi Tian greets the Third Elder," the young man said, bowing respectfully to Wang Xinglong.
"And he is...?" Wang Xinglong asked, looking at Xu He in confusion.
