The current Gu Yang really had gone berserk. Lei Qianshang and Qi Xin had been beaten to the point where they couldn’t even crawl with imprints of people’s soles still visible on their faces.

Of the other core disciples, three of them had been entangled with Song Mingyuan’s group of three, while the other one was lying on the ground, appearing almost dead.

Their alliance of seven factions had all had their flags stolen, all because of Long Chen.

By this point, the incense stick was quickly reaching its end. If he still didn’t steal back those flags, their seven-faction alliance would end up last.

“Careful, Long Chen!”

Tang Wan-er and Ye Zhiqiu were not able to stop Gu Yang any longer. His control over his ancestral mark far surpassed their own, causing them to be at too great of a disadvantage.

Long Chen smiled and gave Tang Wan-er a reassuring gesture. He then focused on the furiously charging Gu Yang.

A flare of anger arose within him. That bastard had always been provoking him, saying that he would crush him into pulp over and over again. Although Long Chen had long since wanted to beat him up, he had always been...