One had to understand that in any sect, the rules were set by Nascent Soul monsters. Standing at the very pinnacle of the ancient lesser martial world, they naturally possessed such authority.

"Get lost," Bing Wushuang said, the final word.

Xue Liping had originally wanted to stiffen his neck and put up one last fight, but after Xue Jianming, in his agony, growled out a couple of words to him, he immediately caved, not daring to utter another peep. He hastily hoisted Xue Jianming onto his back and beat a meek retreat.

In an instant, the entire hall was struck dumb! (To be continued.)