Within the valley, the ten Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders lay sprawled in disarray across the ground. All of them had been sealed by God Rule Chains, leaving them utterly unable to move. They could only glare furiously at Ye Xiwen and Qing Luo.
"I caught them for you," Ye Xiwen said to Qing Luo.
Qing Luo looked at Ye Xiwen in shock. Though she hated the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders to the bone, she had never expected Ye Xiwen to truly capture them.
And not a single one had escaped.
Then she looked at the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders with hatred in her eyes. If not for these people, how could her two senior brothers, who had been like fathers and brothers to her, have died such miserable deaths? They were the ones responsible.
"Now that things have come to this, what else do you have to say?" Qing Luo asked coldly.
"What else is there to say? The victor becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit!" the Chief of the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders said stubbornly.
"Good. Very good. Then go die!" Qing Luo said coldly.
"You had better think this through. What kind of Lineage is our Wang Family? If you kill us, even your sect will be reduced to ashes!" the Chief of the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders said coldly, stating an ice-cold fact.
Although casualties were unavoidable during the Royal Court Competition, could the Wang Family truly let go after losing so many geniuses in one stroke? They were a Marquis Clan, and one of the foremost among them. Could they possibly be mentioned in the same breath as those wandering cultivators?
No matter how many wandering cultivators died, they would never dare trouble a Marquis Clan, because they lacked the