Xu Ke walked to Wang Wu's side. "Uncle Wu, let's go back."
"Alright. How is your body?" Wang Wu asked.
"I'm fine. I didn't exert much effort," Xu Ke said with a smile.
Wang Wu nodded. "Good! Then I can rest assured."
At that moment, Yuan Shang came over, pinching his nose. "You're ruthless."
Uncle Qiu's meridians were all severed, Ye Fan's Dantian was shattered, and his body was gushing blood…
"It was fine," Xu Ke shrugged.
"Come by the Martial Alliance later," Yuan Shang whispered, moving closer. "This incident needs to be recorded, so remember to invent a good cause of death for them."
"Alright."
Xu Ke understood, then a thought occurred to him. "Has Wong Ting said anything?"
Now that Sun Luo had been captured, it was impossible for Wong Ting not to react.
Yuan Shang's expression froze. "He has."
"What?"
"Since it involves an Innate Martial Artist, he has requested that the Long Capital Grand Alliance intervene."
Hearing this, Xu Ke's eyes narrowed slightly.
