By the edge of the floating continent.

Covered in blood, Zhang Jiu dashed to Sun Xuan’s side. Looking exhausted, he exclaimed, “Senior Martial Brother Sun!”

“Are you alright?” Sun Xuan hastily asked.

He was well-aware of Zhang Jiu’s special status in the Poison Sect. Therefore, he was apparently concerned seeing Zhang Jiu in such sore straits.

“Sha Cheng got my life-spirit vermin killed,” Zhang Jiu said with a cold face. Then, he glanced around and ...