It wasn’t long before those Half-Saints who were after Qin Bufan arrived here, and it was Xuan Ming who led the group.

Just like that, Yang Ye, Qin Bufan, and the Sword Spirit were surrounded.

“Yang Ye! It’s you!” Xuan Ming’s face instantly turned gloomy when he saw Yang Ye. Because he hated Yang Ye much more than he hated Qin Bufan.

10 Half-Saints! The corners of Yang Ye’s mouth twitched, and he said angrily, “Qin Bufan! You bastard! Why did you come to the Fire Spirit Race’s territory? Even if you did, why bring 10 Half-Saints with you! What terrible misfortune to have encountered you!” He was extremely happy when he met Qin Bufan just now because even if they couldn’t defeat the red haired old man, their joint strength would be sufficient to keep them alive and well. But he hadn’t expected that Qin Bufan had brought 10 Half-Saints with him, and an old enemy of his was amongst them!

What a bastard!

“You’re the true bastard! I shouldn’t have come with you to the Hallowed Grounds. I’ve been pursued all day and night lately, and I haven’t even had the time to drink a mouthful of water.” Qin Bufan continued, “I’d thought of fleeing to the Fire Spirit Race’s territory to shake off those...