Ao Feng was left standing there, slowly turning his head to watch Niu Youdao leave with furious eyes. He wanted to go over, grab Niu Youdao, and make him explain himself, but with everyone watching, he did not dare approach. His fists clenched inside his sleeves; he wanted nothing more than to tear Niu Youdao alive.
He finally understood why Niu Youdao had behaved so obediently when he warned him before. So he had been waiting for Ao Feng to hand over his gains to Misty Pavilion.
Today, he had truly learned what treacherous and cunning meant!
But what could he do? He had indeed violated the rules and committed robbery! The problem was, what was he supposed to do now? Once he did as Niu Youdao said, even if he escaped this immediate disaster, the moment he did it, he would become a piece of brittle porcelain before Niu Youdao—one tap from Niu Youdao, and he would shatter!
The reason was simple. Why would he do such a thing? Niu Youdao could give everyone an answer that would make them suddenly see the light!
After blending back into the crowd, Niu Youdao continued chatting and laughing with the others, while the corner of his eye occasionally glanced toward Ao Feng.
Those who had participated in hunting Demon Foxes in the Desolate Ancient Deadlands were still arriving one after another. By midafternoon, nearly all the groups from the two competing sides had returned, with only a few individual teams still missing.
After inquiries, it was found that some team members had disappeared long ago. The chances of their returning were slim.
Once the numbers were tallied, the cultivation teams from the various sects had lost people from five sects. Misty Pavilion's competitors had suffered even greater losses, with nearly one-third