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Silver Eagle was in poor health. In addition to the Indra Incense, he had suffered severe internal injuries and could barely stand without support. Watching the fierce duel in the arena, he said softly, "The old woman is going to lose."

Silver Eagle had escaped death, but he felt no gratitude toward his rescuers. The Kongtong Sect and the Qingcheng Sect were both from the Central Plains, and the first thing they did after taking control of him was question him about the whereabouts of the Old Khan King's head.

The secret could no longer be concealed. His departure without a word had surely aroused suspicion among the other Wing Guards. The Dragon King had no need to keep the matter secret for his sake, either. Silver Eagle knew that before he handed over the head to anyone, he would become highly sought after. Thus, he made a demand: restore his strength first, then they could discuss the head.

Three parties were now fighting for control of him, and none of them were from the Northern Court. This made him feel desolate, and also a little amused, allowing him to watch the contest with complete detachment.

"Impossible." The Qingcheng disciple beside him watched for a long while without blinking, wholly disagreeing with Silver Eagle's judgment. "Tu Pianpian is the chief elder of the Kongtong Sect, a venerable master of the martial world. Though she'll ultimately lose beneath the swords of our Qingcheng Sect, she certainly won't be the first to fall."

"I'll wager the first to lose will be that Little Girl, the second will be the Dragon King, and then our two martial uncles will compete with the Kongtong Sect for victory," another Qingcheng disciple guessed.

The two men were responsible for supporting Silver Eagle, but they were completely