Before long, all the sword contenders from the three regions had been chosen. In the blink of an eye, only Sikong Jing and Chou Zhan remained.
At that moment, a Golden Body First Realm cultivator from the Western Lands strode toward Sikong Jing. "Heh heh, looks like no one wants me. I can only reluctantly become your teammate, my dear Captain Sikong."
Gongyang Ying's eyes contracted violently at the sight. At last, he understood what Sikong Jing had meant by digging a pit.
They were deliberately joining Sikong Jing's team so they could kill Sikong Jing and seize the sword.
Old Mo, Lang Zhengzhi, and the others widened their eyes as well. They too grasped the crux of the matter, and every one of them turned cold from head to toe.
Just then, a second Golden Body First Realm cultivator from the Western Lands came up behind Gongyang Ying. He too chuckled. "I'll choose the strongest one from the Eastern Plains Northern Lands."
Having said that, he looked at Chou Zhan and asked mockingly, "What's your name, my captain?"
Chou Zhan's gaze was icy. Without concealing anything, he said, "Chou Zhan!"
"So it's Captain Chou. A pleasure... hahahaha."
Amid the man's laughter, the remaining people chose to join either Chou Zhan or Sikong Jing. There were people from the Western Lands, Eastern Lands, and Southern Lands—yet not a single one from the Northern Lands.
Everyone from the Northern Lands had already been picked. Precisely because they were too weak, they could be dealt with however one pleased at any time.
There was no fear that they would assassinate anyone or pose any threat.
In contrast, the members behind Sikong Jing and Chou Zhan were relatively powerful.
Those from the Southern Lands and Eastern Lands had no choice, since no one