"Alright, it's settled!"
When Yu Qing saw that Ning Xiaochuan had finally made up his mind, the blood in his body boiled. He slapped the table and burst into laughter.
He had wanted to kill Ye Nantian for a long time. If he joined forces with Ning Xiaochuan, there was at least a ninety percent chance that they could take Ye Nantian's life. Naturally, that was something worth celebrating!
Hearing Yu Qing's laughter, many martial artists turned their eyes toward them.
"Brother, what are you laughing about?"
Yu Qing gave a dry cough. "Nothing. I wasn't laughing."
"Nutcase!"
Yu Qing and Ning Xiaochuan hurried out of the back hall, then immediately vanished into the dark night.
Both Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Qing were Martial Venerable-level experts. Once they employed their movement techniques, they moved as swiftly as ghosts, beyond the reaction speed of the guards' naked eyes. Without a sound or trace, they slipped into the inner sect of the One Yuan Sect.
Naturally, the One Yuan Sect's inner sect had laid down quite a few formations as well. But to Ning Xiaochuan, those formations were no different from decorations. Using the Daoist art of Nine Palaces Eight Winds, he easily broke them apart.
Before long, the two arrived outside Ye Nantian's Cultivation Dojo.
Ye Nantian was the Sword Saint's Successor and also a Martial Venerable. His treatment was even better than that of the One Yuan Sect's elders, and he could possess a dojo all to himself.
The One Yuan Sect's thirty-one dojos had all been built atop Cultivation Spiritual Grounds, where the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi was exceptionally dense. Only Martial Venerables could enjoy the privilege of cultivating in a private dojo.
Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Qing concealed themselves outside the dojo, restraining their auras as they