"Tell me—why did you abandon me and leave?"
Sword Maniac glared furiously at the two before him, seemingly having forgotten how Ye Lin's single glance had frightened him out of his wits just moments ago.
"Eastern Deity isn't simple."
Wang Beixing said gravely. She would never forget that figure.
Blood Slaughter.
"Fine, fine, fine. Then what about you?"
Sword Maniac turned and questioned Wang Beichen.
"Eastern Deity brought along someone incredible this time. Before him, I didn't even have the courage to make a move."
"From him, I felt the same oppressive force I once felt when facing Jian Unrivaled."
"No... he's stronger than Jian Unrivaled. Stronger than Jian Unrivaled."
After saying that, Wang Beichen suddenly began muttering like a madman.
"And you?"
Wang Beixing raised her head to look at Sword Maniac, who waved his hand as if it were only natural.
"You both ran off. Did you expect me to take on three people by myself?"
By now, Sword Maniac had lost all of his earlier arrogance. This sort of thing had to stop while one was ahead—otherwise, once the two before him came to their senses, he would be the one suffering.
But now he understood. Wang Beixing had been forced back by Eastern Deity's hidden methods, while Wang Beichen's case was even simpler: he had been forced back by that man.
Losing to that man was understandable. After all, he himself had been scared back by a single look.
"Eastern Deity went to such lengths to hide a method like that. He definitely didn't reveal it just for us to see."
"That person is so formidable that he would never stay in a place like this."
Almost instantly, Wang Beichen and Wang Beixing, the brother and sister, spoke in unison.
"Then it seems the Hundred Cities