Originally, Teng Yue had thought they would need to haggle and negotiate endlessly with Chai Jiu during the hostage exchange.
But there had been no need...
Just as the two Divine Martial Stage grand-uncles had said, Chai Jiu had now declared that he and Martial Uncle Ying were innocent and agreed to all their conditions. Yet this left Teng Yue deeply uneasy.
At the same time, Teng Yue felt that this mysterious Brother Black Scale surely had a way to counter Chai Jiu's contingency plan.
In short, Martial Uncle Ying and he were clearly the protagonists of this struggle, yet they seemed more like Brother Black Scale's assistants. Teng Yue truly wished for this matter to be resolved quickly, so he could have a proper talk with Brother Black Scale.
Beside him, Ying Sanmeng's mouth fell slightly open.
His martial nephew knew nothing at all, yet he had kept doing everything Black Scale, the demon, told him to do. Wasn't that far too reckless?
Seeing the strange look on his martial uncle's face, Teng Yue said firmly, "No matter what, his Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Formation is real."
At that, Ying Sanmeng's expression eased slightly. That was precisely why Black Scale the demon was worthy of their trust.
Time passed in suffocating silence with the footsteps of both sides' hostages.
At last, Sikong Jing brushed past the many people of the Cosmic Vein.
Naturally, the Cosmic Vein people also opened up a path, allowing Ying Sanmeng to continue keeping Sikong Jing in his sights...
The footsteps continued as Sikong Jing and the Cosmic Vein crowd slowly separated back to back.
The Cosmic Vein group headed toward the prison, while Sikong Jing faced Chai Jiu and the others.
At this moment, Sikong Jing naturally saw the icy gleam in the eyes of