A cool sensation spread through his hand as he grasped the Black Nether Stone and stowed it in his Storage Ring. Chu Ming then headed out of the auction house.
By now, most of the martial artists had already left the auction, heading in droves towards Longhua Mountain. Black Mountain City was in chaos, and every few steps, martial artists were discussing the matter of the Dark Tomb.
"Hmm?"
After walking barely a hundred meters, Chu Ming keenly sensed two presences trailing closely behind him. He sneered and then, in a flash, his figure shot forward, swiftly fleeing towards the outskirts of Black Mountain City.
"Let's see who can save you this time!"
With a sinister expression, the Murderous Eagle Hawk Xue watched Chu Ming dart away, snorted derisively, and then threw a cautious glance towards a corner, a hint of wariness flickering in his eyes.
Whoosh!
