Dragon Valley

Situ Xuan's lips curled slightly. An Shaojie's information channels were even broader than he had imagined. The subtle balance between Mu Ye and those two Limit Douluo was not something an ordinary person could see through.

"So?" Situ Xuan asked.

"So I think you should go somewhere else for a while."

An Shaojie's voice was very earnest. "If you keep working on things in Star Luo City, the marginal returns will only get lower and lower. Rather than wasting time here, why not take a look at Dragon Valley? Anything you bring out of there would be worth more than killing a hundred Tang Sect disciples in Star Luo City."

Situ Xuan fell silent for several seconds.

He was weighing his options.

An Shaojie was right.

The individual competition had reached this point; nearly everyone worth killing had already been killed. Those who remained in the Tang Sect either had bones too hard to fear death or were too stupid to know fear. Either way, there was no pleasure in killing them. The same went for Mu Ye's side. The Tang Sect headquarters' plaque had been smashed, its halls demolished, its workshops blown up, its ancestral tablets shattered, and its portraits burned. Everything that could be done had been done. Continuing would be nothing but repetitive labor, and it might even provoke the displeasure of the Tang Sect's two sect masters!

Although one of the Tang Sect's two sect masters was guarding the Abyss, while the other had vanished out of fear that the Tang Sect would be targeted as well after Shrek Academy was surrounded by the Central Legion, they were still two Limit Douluo who had been famous for a long time.

Even a fighter as fearless as Situ Xuan needed to use his trump cards to face