By the edge of the floating continent.

Covered in blood, Zhang Jiu dashed to Sun Xuan’s side. Looking exhausted, he exclaimed, “Senior Martial Brother Sun!”

“Are you alright?” Sun Xuan hastily asked.

He was well-aware of Zhang Jiu’s special status in the Poison Sect. Therefore, he was apparently concerned seeing Zhang Jiu in such sore straits.

“Sha Cheng got my life-spirit vermin killed,” Zhang Jiu said with a cold face. Then, he glanced around and asked, “Where is he?”

“I sent him back to rescue you,” Sun Xuan explained.

“Rescue me?” Zhang Jiu asked with a sarcastic smile. “I’ll thank god if he doesn’t get me in trouble.”

As the two of them spoke, Sha Cheng dashed over from the distance. Seeing that Zhang Jiu was fine, he hastily explained, “Junior Martial Brother Zhang, I only cast a magic to detonate my own life-spirit vermin because there was something special about that guy. Not only were neither of our life-spirit vermin able to break away from him, but they were also rapidly losing...