Hm? That sounds like a sword hum. Don’t tell me they already caught up to Xiao Jian?0

As the battle raged on, Niu Kui heard the humming of a sword, but it was incomparably far away, and the sound was indistinct.0

Even so, his spirits soared.0

“Ol’ Tie, Xiao Jian has already been captured. Why not let up already?” roared Niu Kui. 0

Tie Wenjing was fighting like a madman. He was obviously putting it all on the line. 0

“You really are stubborn!” The old man snorted coldly. “He’s just a Lesser God of the Torch Dragon Race. Is he really worth going to such lengths to protect?”0

“I already promised that he could join Qingwu Divine Court. That makes him my sectmate!!” said Tie Wenjing, his eyes bloodshot. He gnashed his teeth. “What’s so unusual about fighting to the bitter end to save a sectmate?”0

Boom!0

He fought with increasing madness, enraging both Niu Kui and the old man, who repeatedly cursed him out.0

But Tie Wenjing didn’t care in the slightest. 0

“They should have captured Xiao Jian by now. Why aren’t they back yet?” Niu Kui furrowed his brow. He really didn’t want to tangle with Tie Wenjing any longer.0

“Hm?” Suddenly, the old man from the Red Dust...0