Martial Master

Next, the strong figures from various major factions departed from the examination site along with their chosen participants.

At the same time, apart from the troops left behind, all the geniuses left the Yaozu Mountain Range under the leadership of their respective team leaders.

"Brother Yuanfeng, I’m afraid we will need your help once more this time."

In the camp of the Great Qi Nation, Xiao Zhan looked at Yuanfeng helplessly.

In the past, after every survival examination, Xiao Zhan would personally lead all the disciples back to the Great Qi Nation.

However, this time, to prevent Wei Chi Cheng and Ling Zhong from making a move halfway, taking the Blood Claw Qing Ying was undoubtedly a safer choice.

"Brother Xiao Zhan, what kind of relationship do we have? There’s no need to say such things." Yuanfeng smiled, "I just didn’t expect that this time our Great Qi Nation would perform so excellently, actually having forty-five people pass the examination."

As he said this, Yuanfeng showed an unusual expression.

He originally came from the Great Qi Nation, but later traveled to various countries. His feelings for the Great Qi Nation still remained.

Historically, the best performance of the Great Qi Nation only had over twenty people enter the second round of examination, especially in the last session, where there were merely nineteen participants.

He never expected that this time, there would actually be forty-five people passing, which left him astonished and finding it hard to believe.

"Hehe, all thanks to the emergence of a good martial artist from my Great Qi Nation." Xiao Zhan glanced at Qin Chen with a sense of emotion.

He was already aware of what happened in the initial trial, and if it weren’t for Qin Chen's presence, let alone forty-five people passing, perhaps only a few would have survived.

In contrast,

Xiao Zhan hesitated, glancing at Qin Feng, with disdain in his eyes.

All the geniuses present also expressed similar feelings, looking at Qin Feng with contempt.

In a corner, Qin Feng's face was ashen, feeling so frustrated he almost spat blood.

After what happened before, he had been completely ostracized by the other geniuses of the Great Qi Nation. Each person looked at him with intense hatred and contempt, which made the proud Qin Feng feel extremely miserable.

"This damn Qin Chen, if he doesn’t die, I, Qin Feng, swear I will not be human."

Standing in the corner, Qin Feng’s eyes were filled with resentment as he let out a silent roar.

Half an hour later.

A group of disciples boarded Yuanfeng’s Blood Claw Qing Ying and took off into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

"Wei Chi Cheng, are we just going to let the people from the Great Qi Nation leave so easily?"

In the camp of the Great Wei Nation, Ling Zhong gritted his teeth, watching the Blood Claw Qing Ying vanish into the sky with a face full of resentment.

"What can we do?" Wei Chi Cheng’s gaze was cold.

Even if they were riding on the Blood Beast, there was still a chance to leave them behind if they found a way. Besides, we can also make use of those people's hands. As long as they are willing to act, they can definitely annihilate Xiao Zhan and the others without leaving a single one behind."

"Do you think that’s possible?" Wei Chi Cheng sneered, "What they want isn’t just as simple as killing a few people. Moreover, our cooperation with them is still in a confidential stage. If we accidentally alert them, all our previous efforts will be in vain."

"Are we just going to let them go like this?" Ling Zhong was dissatisfied, his eyes filled with anger.

"How could it be possible? But such actions are not something we can decide; we have to report back before making further plans,"

Wei Chi Cheng’s expression was gloomy and extremely unpleasant.

Not long after, the once bustling initial trial valley became empty and very quiet.

On the back of the Blood Claw Qing Ying.

Xiao Zhan and Yuanfeng were tense, always on guard, ready to face a sneak attack from the Great Wei Nation and the Ghost Immortal Sect.