No one could resist the temptation of the True Martial Dharma Image fragments—not even Chen Wansan, who had always seemed so indifferent.
Zuo Wujiang's laughter grew even more unrestrained. Just as he had said before, though he had lost, the Heroes Association had not won either, because Mo Shenghui's corpse would surely be damaged.
Ren Pingsheng said nothing, but the hand gripping his sword trembled slightly. Unfortunately, he could no longer draw his sword.
The Golden Blade in Chen Du's hand let out a resounding hum, and vigilance appeared in the eyes of Chen Wansan and the others.
Yet Chen Du did not make a move in the end, because he knew that no matter how strong he was, he could not defeat Chen Wansan and the other two.
The two Heroes Association leader tokens lay before them, and in an instant, everyone from the three factions moved.
Chen Wansan and Yuan Wuliang were the fastest. Each seized a token and charged toward the deepest part of the tomb.
Jiang Tianfang, who had not gotten so much as a hair, cursed under his breath.
He had originally resented Han Qianshan for sending him here. Now, however, he only wished Han Qianshan had sent more martial artists with him. With just this handful of men, competing with Chen Wansan and Yuan Wuliang was simply too miserable.
Even so, Jiang Tianfang gritted his teeth and gave chase after Chen Wansan and the others.
As for the independent martial artists invited by the Heroes Association, they all showed Ren Pingsheng a trace of apology before following Chen Wansan and the others into the final hall.
The Heroes Association had indeed shown them kindness, but those were True Martial Dharma Image fragments left behind by a True Martial Realm expert—an opportunity that could allow