Hearing Jing Xing's words, how could Hua Ziyang not understand what he meant? This guy really had been holding something back.
"Would it kill you to stop joking around?!" Hua Ziyang laughed and punched Jing Xing in the chest.
"I saw how angry you were and wanted to tease you a little." Jing Xing rubbed his chest, grinning.
"Hahaha! Good. You really are the right person to be Sect Master. I wouldn't trust anyone else." Hua Ziyang slung an arm around Jing Xing's shoulders and laughed.
"Why are those two acting so gay?" Shen Jing muttered from the shadows. The more he watched, the more he felt something was off between Jing Xing and Hua Ziyang.
"At a moment like this, how can they still be laughing?" Zhong Chen said with a curl of his lip.
Since they were communicating by voice transmission, they had no idea what Jing Xing and Hua Ziyang had actually said. At that moment, they truly thought Sun Moon Holy Emperor and the others were in danger.
The nine successors and the Imperial Alliance's Immortal Kings were even more downcast. They had been in such a favorable position, only for the tables to turn just like that.
They would have been willing to pay any price to keep Xiang Zimo, Shu Ziheng, and the others there. Unfortunately, they had still been rescued.
The nine successors came up behind Jing Xing and Hua Ziyang. Seeing the pair practically glued to each other, they opened their mouths, then hesitated.
"Wars are won and lost. Why all the long faces?" Jing Xing turned to the nine and said with a smile.
"Alas, I thought we'd deal a heavy blow to the High-Level Heavenly Vault today. I never imagined we'd underestimated them so badly," said the successor of the