Have him fight a Quasi-Emperor now—what brain-dead fool had come up with that idea?
Qin Jiuge was strong, but wasn't he injured right now?
Qin Jiuge continued viciously cursing Xu Lang in his heart.
Meanwhile, at the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, Xu Lang looked at the scene before him. For some reason, he had been brimming with confidence just moments ago, yet now he felt as though he had made some monstrous mistake.
"Am I finished?"
He could not help voicing it aloud.
The several prodigies before him all wore expressions caught between laughter and tears.
If they still could not figure it out at this point, then their own prodigy had truly tried to be clever and ended up making a mess of it, committing one of the most idiotic blunders under heaven. In that case, none of them would need to keep mingling in the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.
After everyone voiced their guesses, Xu Lang let out a shriek and, without another word, turned into a streak of light and shot outside.
How could he still have the leisure to stay here and watch? What scene was this? It was simply an omen that he would surely die someday.
"Sikong Changfeng, save me. Save me."
Xu Lang found Sikong Changfeng's residence and immediately began begging for help.
His instincts told him that once Qin Jiuge escaped alive—especially after the Yin Yang Dragon Profound Pill's effects manifested—he would at least reach the late stage of the Quasi Emperor Realm. By then—
Looking toward his future, all he could see was darkness upon darkness.
Other than misfortune, more misfortune, and still more misfortune, he could no longer think of any other fate awaiting him.
Seeing the instigator appear before him, Sikong Changfeng could not help teasing him. "Well, well, who is