"It's over..."
Looking at the jade pendant that he had slapped to the ground and which had lost all its luster, Bai Hao immediately realized that he had made a mess of things.
"Could it be that fragile?"
He picked up the jade pendant, channeled some of his inner energy into it again, but nothing happened.
The jade pendant seemed to have lost all its power; no matter what Bai Hao did to it, it didn't react.
"It's over, it's really broken." Bai Hao was now 100% certain that the broken jade pendant was ruined, and he really couldn't call Su Yuewan now.
But he soon felt relieved.
"So what if it's broken? Anyway, that old woman didn't come. Maybe the jade pendant was broken to begin with. I guess I was fooled by that woman Su Yuewan again!" Bai Hao cursed under his breath.
Just then, Fan Ziming on the mountain suddenly waved to him and whispered, "Brother Bai, are you done yet? They've gone in!"
"Here it comes." Bai Hao casually threw the useless jade pendant on the ground and then quickly ran back to the top of the mountain.
In the valley not far away, a group of people from the Divine Sea Sect somehow opened a spatial gate, and most of them went inside, leaving only two people outside to guard it.
The portal closed again after they had gone inside.
"Brother Bai, where is the sect leader?" Fan Ziming glanced behind Bai Hao but did not see Su Yuewan.
"The sect leader is broken," Bai Hao said casually.
"Did it break?" Fan Ziming was taken aback.
"What I mean is that the jade pendant the sect leader gave me is broken, so I can't call her anymore. Let's go back." With that, Bai Hao didn't even glance at her again and turned to leave.
"Huh? They're gone already?" Fan Ziming was completely taken aback.
"What are we waiting for? Do you really want the three of us to charge in with our knives and fight them?" Bai Hao retorted.
Since we couldn't summon Su Yuewan, then of course we should go back.
"Wouldn't it seem like...we didn't do anything if we just went back like this?" Fan Ziming hesitated.
Although he chatted with Bai Hao the whole way, spouting a lot of grand ambitions, he chickened out when it came to actually disobeying Su Yuewan's orders.
At this moment, Zheng Long suddenly spoke up. He stared intently at the two remaining Shenhai Sect disciples in the valley and said, "Most of them are extremely angry now. There are only two left. We can go over and take them down, then ambush them outside and make our move when the people inside come out."
Zheng Long, who usually rarely speaks, still shared his own insights at this serious moment.
Bai Hao strongly agreed, nodding and saying, "Hmm, Little Steamer makes sense. Then go over there and take those two down."
He had only said it casually, hoping to discourage Zheng Long.
But no sooner had he finished speaking than Zheng Long leaped over the mountaintop, drew his sword, and charged down.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not telling you to actually rush down!" Bai Hao tried to stop him, but it was too late. Zheng Long's decisive attitude was no joke; he grabbed a sword and charged down.
In the valley.
The two remaining disciples of the Divine Sea Sect were both in the late stage of Body Tempering. Within the Divine Sea Sect, they could only be considered barely acceptable, but by the standards of other sects, they would be considered quite good.
Believing that no one would bother them since they were members of the Divine Sea Sect, and that the surrounding demonic beasts had already been cleared away, they temporarily lowered their guard.
Suddenly, they felt an extremely strong killing intent rushing towards them. When they turned around, they saw three people charging towards them menacingly.
The boy at the very front was carrying a sword, and his face was filled with a cold, murderous aura that made everyone who saw him feel intimidated at first glance.
"Who are you?! We are from the Divine Sea Sect!"
"We're going to attack your Divine Sea Sect!"
At the last moment, Fan Ziming and Bai Hao overtook Zheng Long, their faces fierce.
"boom!"
"Bang! Bang!"
With a dull thud, the two Shenhai Sect disciples were overwhelmed by the three men and knocked unconscious with two punches before they could even react.
"Quick, drag them aside. We can't leave any trace." Bai Hao hurriedly dragged the two of them into the bushes to the side.
After doing all this and making sure no one was missing, Fan Ziming arrived at the entrance to the blessed land he had just seen. But the entrance was already closed, and they could no longer enter.
"We don't know how they opened the entrance. We can't get in now, so we can only wait for them to come out before we can take action," Fan Ziming said.
Zheng Long added, "Four of them went in, including two in the mid-stage of Body Tempering, one in the late-stage of Body Tempering, and one in the early stage of Breaking the Binding. They are very strong. We can't fight them head-on, so we have to set up some traps."
Listening to Zheng Long's analysis and suggestions, Bai Hao patted him on the shoulder in surprise and said, "Not bad, I didn't expect you to have such a good tactical mind, Little Steamer. It seems that bringing you here this time was definitely the right decision. Go on, tell me, how do we set up the traps?"
Zheng Long, who is usually as quiet as a block of wood, actually spoke a lot today, and each time he said something important, which changed Bai Hao's attitude towards him quite a bit.
"We can place those two Shenhai Sect disciples in a semi-inconspicuous spot, and then set up several simple European-style deep pit traps around them. When they come out and find something is wrong, they will definitely send one or two people to check the situation. If we are lucky, the traps will delay them for a while."
"Even if they don't fall into the trap, we can still strike suddenly when they come over, catching them off guard and taking down two of them first. With the remaining two, we should have a high chance of winning in a three-on-two situation," Zheng Long said.
“No problem at all, Fatty, did you hear what the steamer said? Hurry up and get to work!” Bai Hao agreed and told Fan Ziming to set up the trap.
"Why is it me again..." Fan Ziming expressed his strong dissatisfaction.
"Since you're the strongest of the three of us, stop arguing and hurry up!"
They didn't know the entrance to the blessed land or how to get in, so they could only resort to this tactic of waiting for the rabbit to run into their trap.
Before long, Fan Ziming had finished digging the traps and then dragged the two Shenhai Sect disciples into the middle of the traps.
Everything is ready, except for the east wind.
The three of them squatted in the grass nearby, their six eyes fixed on the approximate entrance to the blessed land, waiting quietly.
Time passed second by second, one incense stick, two incense sticks, half an hour, an hour.
Two full hours passed, and those people still hadn't come out.
"Why is it taking so long? Could they have died inside?" Fan Ziming was getting really annoyed waiting.
He hasn't come out yet after so long; the words are practically carrying him away.
"I don't know, let's wait and see. If they don't come out soon, we'll go back," Bai Hao said.
Just then, the space in front of them began to distort violently.
“It’s out!”
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