Standing atop his bronze chariot, Qi Dong glanced at Young Master Poison and Young Master Flame, then asked calmly, “Are we still going to fight?”0

Young Master Poison and Young Master Flame exchanged glances.0

Continuing the battle was no longer an option.0

They were well aware of what treasure had emerged from that commotion. If they missed this opportunity because of a grudge here, they would regret it for the rest of their lives.0

Besides, there was no way they could finish off Chen Fan and Qi Dong in a short time. Their strengths were roughly equal, so dragging this out would be pointless and only waste precious time.0

“Count yourselves lucky!” Young Master Poison said coldly. If it weren’t...0