The Sea Cliff Temple had opened, drawing in a large number of martial artists.
Many had already entered the Trial Zone, but even more were too old or too weak to qualify. They hunted strange beasts and collected Jade Cards or Bone Cards to trade for various cultivation resources.
This place had become a killing ground, where martial artists from different worlds fought over resources.
A pursuit was underway in the valley. A group of martial artists was chasing four people.
The four were covered in blood, clearly having endured a brutal fight. Their breathing had grown ragged, but they gritted their teeth and kept going as their pursuers steadily closed in.
"Don't let them get away! They've got plenty of Jade Cards on them—I saw them!"
The pursuers shouted as they charged after the four, weapons raised.
If Fang Mo had been there, he would have recognized them at once. They were the five shadow guards his grandfather had assigned to him, though only four remained now.
"Ying San, hold them off!"
Ying Yi suddenly barked.
Without hesitation, Ying San turned to meet the pursuing martial artists, drawing his sword and charging. His expression was as cold and mechanical as ever.
But within a few breaths, Ying San had fallen into a pool of blood. There was no way he could hold off so many powerful enemies.
Ying San had used the last of his strength to make his stand. The other three showed no outward reaction, though a glint shimmered in their eyes. They sped up and finally reached a point within a hundred meters of the temple, while their pursuers halted in frustration.
Ying Yi and the others glanced back at the body lying in the valley, then turned and entered the temple. They hurried to the