With the matter settled, Xiao Yu and Medusa went over to where the group from Jia Ma had gathered.
"Alliance Leader, letting them go like this, won't it..."
As soon as they arrived, Jia Xingtian approached with a worried expression.
Xiao Yu shook his head. "It's fine. I have a contingency in place. Whatever they do afterward, they won't pose a threat to us."
Only then did many of them relax. Xiao Yu and Medusa might have dealt with those fourteen people effortlessly,
but those were far from the only Dou Zong on the Northwest Continent. If they returned to their sects, rallied their forces, and came charging back, it would be a major headache.
Still, since Xiao Yu said he was prepared, they stopped worrying. The reason was simple: if even Xiao Yu couldn't handle it, they had even less chance.
"Brother Yu, what should we do with this man?"
Just then, Xiao Yan walked over carrying an old man whose entire body was scorched.
Not a single patch of the old man's body was intact. He was covered in wounds and charred flesh, a sight too ghastly to bear.
He was the Three Corpses Sect Master, who had ambushed the group from the Jia Ma Empire earlier.
Xiao Yu's gaze lingered briefly before he smiled. "Since you captured him, you can decide how to deal with him."
Decide for myself?
Xiao Yan glanced at the Three Corpses Sect Master, who barely looked human anymore, and hesitated.
If it were up to him, this old bastard would certainly die. But the man was the master of a sect, and Xiao Yan wasn't sure whether killing him would complicate his cousin's efforts to unify the Northwest.
Seemingly noticing Xiao Yan's concerns, Xiao Yu chuckled. "Whether this man lives or dies