"What is it, Boss?" Wen Xingtian keenly noticed something amiss with Ye Changqing and immediately sent him a voice transmission.
"Back then... it was these four... who ganged up on me alone..."
Ye Changqing gritted his teeth, speaking each word as though his heart were being pierced and he were weeping blood. "I couldn't mistake it. It was this Golden Dragon Sword! It was after that battle that my heart meridians were damaged..."
"So these were the four!"
Wen Xingtian's gaze instantly turned into a sharp sword, his fighting spirit surging, his eagerness for battle no weaker than Ye Changqing's.
"There are only three here. There should be another watching from the shadows, poised to strike. Their target should also be that pile of Space Rings. Judging by their strength, they really are the group with the best chance of succeeding right now."
Ye Changqing said, "Let's not rush to act. Let them fight the centipede for a while first, and see how far they can go against the Centipede King, and what clever scheme the one in hiding has in mind."
"Understood."
Wen Xingtian slowly closed his hand around the hilt of the Butcher Sword and said evenly, "Whatever happens, we can't let those four bastards escape this time!"
Ye Changqing said evenly, "Do you see the key to this yet? They should already be planning to leave, or they wouldn't have risked making a move to snatch these rings."
"They must have spotted me earlier. Wary of my presence, they didn't dare reveal their identities..."
"They're risking a move now partly to make one big haul before leaving, but also because we left en masse earlier. They thought we'd gone far away and wouldn't see them act this time. They never expected that heaven had its own designs,