"Hmm?" Elder Xue's eyes narrowed slightly. He spun around and looked behind him.

Lu Changsheng was walking toward him slowly, dressed in the robes of the Heavenly River Sacred Land. Clearly, he was another one of their elders. 

Elder Xue let out a cold laugh. "So that is where Old Bastard Feng found his nerve. Reinforcements have arrived.

"But I know every Martial Saint Elder of the Heavenly River Sacred Land. This one had just become a Martial Saint, I suppose? You really are regressing, if you must lean on fresh blood now."

Elder Feng made no response; he merely sneered. 

Elder Xue had noticed something else. Those Heavenly River Sacred Land disciples had been hanging their heads a moment ago, their spirit crushed to nothing. Now, with the arrival of this Martial Saint, their morale had flared anew. 

Perhaps this new Martial...