"The fish has taken the bait!"
Xiao Yi's smile was fleeting; by the time Po Jun looked at him, it had already been replaced by shock and rage.
Xiao Yi stood arrogantly atop Little Lin's head.
With one hand holding the Demon Sword Zhan Yue, his cold gaze angrily stared down Po Jun, and he roared furiously, "Po Jun, what is it you intend to do?"
"What to do?"
Po Jun laughed heartily, "Naturally, to send all of you from the Xiaoshanhe Institute on your way!"
Whoosh!
A fierce wind raged, and evil Qi surged to the skies.
Behind Po Jun, tens of thousands of the Heavenly Gang Earthly Evil Guard followed closely, each face twisted with a fierce desire to kill; they were the sharpest blades in Changsheng Sect's grasp.
Always.
They had been eliminating enemies for Changsheng Sect.
Put another way...
They were the death warriors cultivated by Changsheng Sect.
Their hearts held only the Changsheng Sect!
