Infighting, Where Do They Go from Here?

Tang San and the others did not finally dare believe Yang Jian would not pursue them until they had sprinted out of Sunset Forest in one breath.

They gasped for air, trying to calm their pounding hearts.

Ma Hongjun braced both hands on his knees and bent over, his tongue hanging out as sweat dripped from his chin onto the ground.

Oscar leaned against a tree trunk, his chest heaving violently and his face pale.

Ning Rongrong could not spare a thought for her status as the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She dropped onto the ground and kept fanning herself with her sleeves, yet the sweat on her forehead continued to stream down.

A full five or six minutes passed before everyone finally recovered from their desperate escape from death.

Their breathing gradually steadied, and their heartbeats slowly calmed, but the strings in their hearts remained tightly drawn.

"It's all your fault!"

The moment he had recovered, Ma Hongjun sprang up from the ground, rushed before Tang San in several strides, and smashed a fist into his face.

That punch carried the lingering heat of fire-attribute Soul Power. With a dull thud, Tang San's head snapped to the side.

"Ugh!"

Tang San let out a muffled grunt, his head lolling to one side as a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He staggered half a step before steadying himself.

"If it weren't for you, Teacher Zhao wouldn't have died!"

Ma Hongjun's voice was hoarse, as though he had forced every word out of his chest.

He grabbed Tang San by the collar, his knuckles turning white as his entire body trembled.

"The teachers wouldn't be missing, dead or alive, either!"

His eyes were bloodshot, tears filling his sockets, yet he stubbornly