The sunlight was blazing, but a chill crept up Chu Xiu's spine.
He stared at the Hexagram insignia without saying a word.
The man opposite him stood up and patted his body. Like Chu Xiu, he wore a mask, and his voice, altered, came from beneath the mask: "Brother, according to the rules, this prey was mine first. You should find another one."
Chu Xiu remained silent.
The man seemed displeased: "Hey buddy, what do you mean by this, targeting your own people?"
Chu Xiu finally spoke: "Do you know how many 'Extreme Dao' have come in this time?"
"Probably quite a few. This world seems a bit special, and my master values it greatly."
"How do I contact the others?" Chu Xiu asked again.
"How would I know? Who among us 'Extreme Dao' would ever reveal our whereabouts?" The man's tone turned impatient, "Just be straight with me, are you giving up this prey or not?"
"Heh," Chu Xiu let out a low laugh and dashed forward in the next moment!
