"We fought our way through." Blood Phase murmured.
"Yes." Beiyou nodded.
"We fought our way through." Blood Phase said.
"Sorry," Prajna dragged their injured body over, "I couldn't catch up in the end."
"We fought our way through." Blood Phase said.
Beiyou directly delivered a Tornado Kick, like a Horse-Cutting Saber aimed at Blood Phase's head. Blood Phase's body floated and slid three steps away.
"Beiyou, I've long suspected you wanted to take the legacy for yourself!"
"To prove I'm not aiming to take the legacy alone, if we can't find Si Wuxie's inheritance, I'll kill you too, how about that?"
"Alright, I've disliked you for a long time too, let's settle the score!"
Yan Qing watched them, feeling a bit sorry for the Demonic Messenger who couldn't even express joy. Clearly thrilled, yet unable to share his joy honestly with others, he could only release his happiness through frantic arguments like someone with mania.
