There were eight thousand disciples of the Heaven Splitting Battle Sect being led by Chang Hao and Bao Buping.

Those disciples were all gloomy and filled with killing intent. Their eyes were about to spit flames.

“Buping, should we tell Long Chen about what happened?” asked Chang Hao.

“Long Chen’s with Ye Lingshan right now. If we told him, Ye Lingshan would also be drawn over. The old man already said that even if we have to die, we can’t owe a favor to the Martial Heaven Alliance. We can’t make him lose face.” Bao Buping shook his head.

Although they also knew that telling Long Chen was the best option, they knew that the old man would curse them to death if they did so. They understood his temper.

The old man and Qu Jianying were both fiery tempered, and neither was willing to lower their head to the other. As disciples of the Heaven Splitting Battle Sect, they had to uphold the old man’s honor.

“That’s true. Fuck, who cares? When did men become so afraid of dying? Last time,...