The Interception

"Young Master, why haven't we made our move yet?"

At the edge of the Black Absolute Desert, Ye Kang and Jin Lingfeng had already leisurely flown into the sands, but a group of men in black still looked anxiously toward their leader.

It was none other than Ma Shaojie, the Young Master Ma whose status was so prestigious at the Insect Fighting Arena.

He was the son of the County Magistrate of Black Fire Town, and his strength had reached the Sixth Palace Level. He was accustomed to being arrogant and proud. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Just two Sand Folk, and they had dared to kill his Heavy Black Armor. More importantly, what right did Sand Folk have to possess such a top-grade Fighting Insect?

His face darkened as he said gloomily, "There's no rush. They may be only two good-for-nothings, but they're making such a show of themselves that someone might be backing them. We have to handle this discreetly, or there'll be endless trouble later."

"Young Master is right. We can't leave a trace. We'll make sure everything's handled cleanly. No one will know we did it."

"Have you dealt with those tails behind us?"

"Rest assured, Young Master. We drove them all away."

"Hmph. A pack of good-for-nothings, thinking they can compete with me for Jianji Sand Dou."

"Young Master, should I send someone ahead to scout and confirm the situation?"

"No need."

Ma Shaojie gave a confident smile.

"I've already notified the bandits of White Bone Ridge. They'll do the scouting for us. We only need to follow along."

"Young Master is brilliant!"

The group concealed their auras, keeping a safe distance at all times.

Forget two One Palace Martial Artists—even three-palace fighters wouldn't be able to detect them.

However, they never would