"The Martial Saint has taught us a lesson." Taoist Longshan lowered his head.
His character was forthright; if he were alone, he would never submit, not even to a Martial Saint. But now, he had several disciples with him.
Ye Qinghe and He Yan's eyes turned red as they desperately held back, and the blood in the chests of each third-generation disciple burned fiercely.
Luofu Sword Venerate's mouth widened into a smile.
Both Black Death Blade Venerate and White Eyebrow Ascendant laughed as well, finding some schadenfreude, yet deeply tempted. If they could join under this Red Sun Martial Saint, there might be hope to attain the chance to become a Martial Saint in the future.
Black Death Blade Venerate spoke just in time:
"To report to the Martial Saint, there's still someone from the True Martial Sect who hasn't come out."
Red Sun Martial Saint glanced over, then looked at the changing fog ahead, his eyes gradually showing some astonishment:
"Really?"
