"My lord, we found no trace of Blood Baleful or Poison Venerable."
Elsewhere, a handsome young man reclined sideways on a chair made entirely of white jade, with two maidservants in green robes standing behind him.
One of the maidservants leaned close to the young man's ear and whispered softly.
"Oh? They weren't found? So many people here are waiting to block those two, and a shallow shoal can never nurture a True Dragon. Come, we're setting off for the Hundred Cities Alliance."
The young man smiled. The next moment, the two maidservants lifted the chair and stepped into the air, vanishing beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Elsewhere, Ye Lin and Poison Venerable walked along a narrow path. Lush forests surrounded them on all sides, and only the little path beneath their feet was barely passable.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid this journey won't be very peaceful."
Poison Venerable sighed as he walked down the path. He had not expected the Three Cities Alliance to be so underhanded, actually broadcasting the battles in the Contest Arena.
He had at least shown some consideration and spared a few people. Who would have thought that Ye Lin would kill every last one of them?
Compared with Ye Lin, he was practically merciful.
Now they had offended dozens of factions in one go. Though these factions were neither particularly large nor small, they could still barely scrape together over a hundred True Immortals.
Over a hundred True Immortals—sheer numbers alone could bury the two of them to death.
Moreover, along the way, they had sensed no fewer than ten powerful auras lurking around them.
That was why they had chosen to travel on foot. The moment they flew through the air, they would immediately expose themselves, and what awaited them