Chen Jing barely hesitated.
He lifted the two large chests and shoved them onto Sha Lifeng's shoulder.
"You slip away first. I'll cover the rear!"
Sha Lifeng was not the sentimental sort either.
He had crept all the way here with his toes practically pointed backward, long prepared to make a run for it.
Now that the flute music no longer affected his Qinggong, he merely had to endure the splitting headache.
He grabbed hold of the two chests.
At this moment, nothing could shake his resolve to flee for his life.
"Little Jing, I won't drag you down!"
Before his words had even faded, he was already flinging out his long legs, carrying the chests as he sprinted desperately toward the Golden River.
"Stay!"
Furious shouts came from both sides.
Two Wisdom King Protectors abandoned their opponents and pounced toward him.
Their two crimson-gold staffs stirred the drifting clouds before sweeping out abruptly, seeking to block Sha Lifeng's path.
Sha Lifeng did not even bother to dodge.
Two flashes of cold light whizzed past his ears.
The two crimson-gold staffs crashed to the ground.
The two Wisdom King Protectors fell stiffly before Sha Lifeng, each with a Willow Leaf Flying Knife embedded in his neck.
Sha Lifeng stepped on one each.
Then he leaped away, crossing the Golden River in a single bound.
Behind Chen Jing, another sharp cry rang out.
"Leave the treasure map behind!"
A Pear Blossom Spear danced wildly through the air like a spinning wheel, then the skyful of spear shadows converged into a single cold gleam. Swift as a swimming dragon, it stabbed straight for his heart.
At the same time, a figure darted in close along the ground.
A wrought-iron staff swept at his lower body, swift and urgent.
These two were Underworld