The people of the Northern Lands clenched their fists tightly. They had no idea why Gongyang Ying had suddenly become so formidable, but it was exhilarating.
Next, their three great geniuses of the Northern Lands truly had hope.
And clearly, the final battle for the slots would likely arrive very soon.
Now, Sikong Jing and Chou Zhan held five spirit swords between them, and they still had four opponents...
Of course, it was unknown whether the Eastern Lands captain and Wang He had any life-or-death enemies. In any case, their most important enemy was Ju Hua.
In the forest on the other side, when Sikong Jing returned supporting Chou Zhan, Gongyang Ying was already standing before Nan Xiu with the Azure Wind Spirit Sword in hand. The moment she saw the two of them, she hurried over.
Without another word, she immediately began treating Chou Zhan.
Sikong Jing, meanwhile, looked at Nan Xiu. The latter stared blankly back at him, then lowered his head to gaze at the fourth spirit sword in Sikong Jing's hand—it was precisely the Blue Water Spirit Sword belonging to the Western Lands' Captain Le.
Th-This... wasn't this far too fast?
At that moment, Sikong Jing returned to Nan Xiu's side, gently undid the restraints on him, and said, "You can now take the spirit sword and leave. Of course, you can stay as well."
Nan Xiu froze at those words, then asked in confusion, "Weren't my only two choices death or following you?"
Sikong Jing shook his head and pointed at Chou Zhan.
"Your information was accurate, so the spirit sword and letting you leave are your reward. You indirectly saved Brother Chou's life."
Those words left Nan Xiu completely stunned. He looked at the Chou Zhan currently receiving treatment, then at Sikong Jing before