The other disciples cried out in alarm at the sight...
"What's going on?"
"Are they spies from the Black Water Sect?"
"How did they get in?! Where did they get the tokens?"
"Hurry and notify the Second Elder!"
"Their target must be True Disciple Liu! This is bad!"
Although the disciples were frantic, there was nothing they could do. The intruders outnumbered them and had already entered the restriction. Without tokens, they were helpless!
Wang Chunyang stamped his feet in fury and cursed, "Damn it! I'm going to find the Second Elder!"
With that, Wang Chunyang released his flying escape treasure and soared into the sky. Their only option now was to get a token from the Second Elder to enter, or have the Second Elder come rescue Ye Han himself...
Ye Han had helped him so many times. He had thought he could finally help Ye Han this time, only to prove utterly useless.
The gap between them was simply too great.
Meanwhile, Master Yong and his twenty-odd desperadoes raced down the corridor toward the secret chamber...
A tall, slender cultivator dressed in black with his face covered called to Master Yong, "Master! Could this be a trap?"
Master Yong said gravely, "Absolutely not. Our intelligence is very accurate. That brat is recuperating in the city lord's secret chamber!"
A short, stout cultivator asked, "Master! I keep feeling that this information came too easily, as if someone deliberately leaked it to us!"
At those words, suspicion flickered in several pairs of eyes...
Master Yong sneered. "Hmph! Their own people leaked this information. They're merely borrowing our blades to kill him. We're desperadoes-who ultimately brings down the deer is still anyone's guess!"
He paused, then said gravely, "Stay alert, everyone. Our lives may not be worth much, but they're still