Ying Ming Hao quietly leaned toward Wang Baishun's ear and began whispering, a sly, sinister smile flickering across his face from time to time.
Seeing that expression from across the way, Huo Xiaoman and her companions felt their hearts tighten as an ominous premonition rose within them.
Wang Baishun, however, did not respond to Ying Ming Hao's whispers. He merely nodded silently to show that he understood his intentions.
Then, without hesitation, he turned and led Wang Lin, Qin Yutong, Liu Ren, and the other Heaven's Chosen of the Great Qin Dynasty away.
They headed straight toward Ye Qingxuan and his companions.
At that moment, the twenty-odd Heavenly Prodigies from the Eastern Region's two remaining factions, the Northern Screen Kingdom and the Southern Screen Kingdom, found themselves caught in an awkward stalemate.
They exchanged glances, none daring to make a rash move. Wang Baishun had left without a word, taking the Great Qin Dynasty's Heavenly Prodigies with him, and had not even told them what was going on. For a moment, they were utterly at a loss.
They had been comfortably slacking off all this time, but now that their big brother had run off, they did not know whether to shamelessly tag along. Soon enough, though, they no longer needed to worry about that.
Long Chen, Xu Feng, Huang Mao, and the other Heavenly Prodigies had already subtly blocked their escape routes. Their intentions could not have been clearer: Ying Ming Hao and his few dozen companions intended to take on both these twenty-odd people and the Southern Territory's seventy-plus fighters.
"Brother Ji, Senior Sister Chu, it looks like Wang Baishun and his people have abandoned you. Why don't we set aside our differences for now and join forces against the enemy?!"
Huo Xiaoman beamed as she offered